25. I can only think of you with love
I can only think of you with love.
I care not much for riches and own nothing,
but my heart and feelings are a bottomless infinity
of which I generously can afford to spend forever.
But what worth can all this nothing be to you,
all abstract without sustenance,
all air and spirit, wind that blows away,
perhaps to change his way and mind tomorrow
in another wayward alien direction?
Still, the wind of warmth is now in your direction
which irrevocable fact not any human history can change
and which I stand for here and now in perfect honesty
to spite all history that dares to challenge it or change it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-15 at 11:27
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