Between ourselves
I don't want to let you go.
It is with absolute reluctance that I am without you;
and that you are with me all the time
although but virtually is not enough
but merely the poorest remedy for our separation.
Our love is unique and must needs entertainment,
like an art or language that must rust if you don't use it,
and I don't want any end to our engagement,
as we already were separated far too long.
Love is like a stormy visit out of paradise,
turning everything completely upside down
but positively, like some heavenly enforcement,
leaving you in turmoil until things calm down,
which you don't want them to, since you enjoy the passion.
Let it be, let it continue and go on forever,
and I shall enjoy the storm and relish it
and make the best of it through all the trials,
suffering with gladness and enduring anything for you,
since you are you and I am here to love you.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2011-12-11 at 18:53
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