Thanks
I love you,
despite your weaknesses and faults,
your age has never bothered me
and should not be a problem to yourself,
since we are young at heart and in our souls,
no matter how old souls we are,
and that's the only age that matters:
the age you feel that tends to ever in your soul grow younger,
and wherein lies the true beauty of a person:
her continuity and truthfulness to her own self.
That beauty is to me the highest,
which I find in you and never shall get lost,
for you are you, and you have ever been the same,
and for that I beg to serve you with my constant thankfulness.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2010-08-21 at 13:36
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