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How shall I relate to you, my love?
We stand too close to be at odds
and have too much in common
to have any reason for division,
and we understand each other far too well
for words to be of any service,
needed or at all be necessary.
We have everything, and yet we miss each other
since our souls are too united to allow our bodies to unite,
wherefore we have to keep some distance
not to risk our souls. And that's the secret
of our love, that is so envied, since it gives us
so much more than just the joy of mortal love.
That special character enhances and brings forth
the beauty of our souls and underlines it
in a spiritual development that has no limit,
which is marked by others but not understood by them,
which fills them with some envy which defies all definition.
Let them be confounded by their lack of understanding.
Deities should never mind the small talk of the mortals,
and in our love our level stands above the mortal speculation
making us like gods in our special kind of love
that stands forever beyond mortal recognition.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-10-13 at 10:41
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