109. The background lover
The less he is seen, the more he is loving,
the less he is seen as a lover, the greater a lover he is,
forced behind the curtain by experience
which has taught him never to be open with his love,
since no one is more vulnerable than the lover,
and nothing is easier to misunderstand
than true love that manifests itself openly
for those who are not included and not intended.
Bad luck has taught him the hard way
not to interfere with ghosts of the past,
of former lovers of his loved ones,
skeletons in the wardrobes like drunkards and addicts,
whose pollution of love remain a stain and pain forever,
for no wounds go deeper than aborted love.
He is thereby content with the lover's part of a protector,
a helper and creator of safety, a reliable friend, –
and that is perhaps the highest form of love:
a constant faithfulness with no pretensions
with no reservations and no end to its sustainment.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-28 at 12:20
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