Supremacy
My love, it's not your fault.
Nothing is your fault.
Whatever happens, my love stands above it
sacred and untouchable,
inviolable and serene
in infallible perfection
if there ever was one.
Trials may oppress and vex us,
illnesses may seize us and strike down our nearest,
accidents, disasters and catastrophes may happen,
but my love is singled out from every risk
and can't be touched, suspected or at all called into question
since it is the only sacred thing I have.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-01-30 at 09:47
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