231. Vain separation
The first thing every morning that I see
as I wake up is you, the more so
the more absent you are from my side.
I can not do without you,
and therefore you never leave me,
like a guardian angel always on her guard
to save us both from every danger
that could possibly disturb our union of hearts
that once and permanently fused our souls to one.
My mind and thoughts and soul are all of you,
and there was never anyone to vie with that capacity.
Yet, still there is so much for us to do
and such a labour just to get to know each other
and to reach ourselves and understand our love
that is too deep for us to fathom by ourselves
since we are drowned in it once and for all.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-09-30 at 13:14
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