Who are you, secret beauty,
so well veiled behind the strangest riddles,
covered in enigma and so eloquent in ambiguities?
You raise my curiosity to peaks of expectations,
since I must suspect you are the mystery
that I sought contact with so long.
At last I would uncover it,
receive it and enjoy it - but alas!
As soon as you removed your mask
I found no answer to my questions,
once again the feedback of my love was lost,
my questions only multiplied,
and all I could do was to ask you
to put on your mask again.
A mystery is best as left alone,
alive and intact as a mystery
to wonder at and to admire from a distance,
but when you approach the sun and come too close
the only thing to do is to retire.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-03-17 at 11:09
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