The imperfect lover



I don't want to leave you ever,
but I have to every now and then.
The chief dilemma has been this all times of love,
but there are others also.
"I would love you, if you didn't have so many men,
so many other lovers," is another.
When a loved one has a number of intimacies,
there is one always that loves her the most,
and he will never get her,
like there is one she will always love the most,
and he will be most difficult for her to reach.
Love is perfected unto imperfection,
and the higher, purer and more perfect your love is,
the more it is impeded by its imperfections.
So there always are too many problems
in whatever kind of love;
and all that I can say, to say the least,
to somehow assuage our difficulties
and our constant separations
is, that I will always be the more with you
the less I am with you.
Take it as a pledge or an enigma,
but your soul will know the truth.





Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-03-01 at 10:11

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