Acknowledgement
Did I demand too much of you
and make impossible pretensions?
Maybe I was too much of a snob
and to possessive in my strictness,
too much of a critic and too little of a lover,
being too severe in keeping to my standards,
while your generosity was always without reservations.
There is nothing to regret, though.
I could not be less than what I was
nor compromise with my convictions
or turn any blind eye to the false notes of your music
nor be any different from my own true heart.
What came between us was not me
nor was it you but only that which wasn't you.
Now you are free and liberated from the dross
of all the bondage that destroyed your life
and can at last see all things clearly,
while at least we now are free to smile indeed
in friendship everlasting that can never be impeded,
and that's something even more worth
than that love that never could exist between us,
although it was always there and undeniable,
and still for all its strange untouchable unmentionableness
a stranger love than any other love in our lives.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2013-09-06 at 15:18
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