158. How can you love me?



How can you love me?
I am like a satyr beyond recognition,
masked, disfigured and corrupted by a goat's beard,
behind which I hide a face completely ruined
by old age and many decades of foul living
summing up a despicable failure of a life
that never any woman could accept.
Thus am I burnt out by a self-consuming fire
shattering persistently my soul and body
with self-torturous outrageous pain and longing
just to be with you, my heart's desire,
that I well know I might never reach,
since you are all that I am not.
And still, my hope keeps me right on that crooked path
of blundering and foundering in pursuit of that dream
of one day maybe despite everything reach any kind of love,
with you, just you, and never anybody else.






Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-09-01 at 19:37

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