The bleeding heart
My love is yours, an offering for life to you,
a sacrifice, a willing stand-by of no limits,
which you may accept or do with what you will.
I will not fight for it, for you or against any rival,
I will only love you and maintain that privilege
if even you refuse it and I must keep it alone.
The choice is yours: you'll never lack a lover,
you can choose whomever, I have no pretensions
but will persevere nevertheless whatever happens,
since you never can quench any flame of love
that once got started out of honesty alone,
was born as pure as any baby
and could never be put down
but only harder in its growth
for love's eternal victimization.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-02-13 at 20:55
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