The beauty of vanity

Is it wrong to adore the beauty of your vanity,
the hollow superficiality of your good looks
with nothing in it but shallowness,
or is it really such poverty in such richness,
can the generosity of nature really be that deceptive,
offering only frustrations for your trust and adoration?
It is easy to get burned, more easy than to not be,
while the comfort of the coldness of taking no risks
is only impoverishing in the bleakness of its thrift,
while love must be expressed and come forth,
or else it must consume you.
Better then to be consumed by burning
than to freeze to death in nothingness.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-16 at 09:46

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Your last two lines could have come from Dante (had they been in terza rima). This is a thoughtful and thought-provoking poem.