The Nurse
The sweetness of your care
is like the honey of a precious blossom
too unique and priceless to be picked
and far too rarely exquisite to be professional.
You waste your love to make the patient
feel much better than if she was well
with such attention as if she was something of a film star,
and, of course, she is the most important person in the world
as long as she is invalid and has to be confined in bed,
while you make her existence like to a consummate dream,
thus building up a paradise for her
in this horrible state of close to death.
So good are seldom nurses, and so sweet are seldom lovers,
while like this you transfer our love
to a superior kind of level
raising it beyond this mortal mess of things
into a higher education of more care and tenderness
for only increased good for everyone who knows you
and especially for me, your humble lover.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-12-05 at 10:06
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