Momentary relief
As I long for you, my love,
my tears run gushing freely
in the fond nostalgia of our memories,
which is my only comforting relief
from my abhorrent pains and trials
under duress, headaches and injustices,
that makes your personality in contrast
a blue angel out of paradise.
When shall we meet again?
I sorely miss our soothing intimacy,
while my only comfort is my dreams,
in which you dominate each night
my world of sorrows and atrocities,
which you alone make me forget
and momentarily at least can cure me of,
an assuaging moment's brief relief
in an eternity of torment.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2011-03-10 at 14:56
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