the lady to her frustrated wooer
My dear, it will not do to argue.
We are not of that sort that will listen
to an angry voice impassioned by frustrated blindness
of misguided egoism you thought was love
but only was a bolt carried away into the dark.
You can not build a dialogue or a relationship of any kind
on one part's will, since listening is always more important,
for the dialogue and the relationship to live at all,
than just to talk and give free reins to any gallop,
which is bound to run amuck if you don't check it.
There is no one who can judge or know or feel another's feelings,
they are sacred to the individual
as the most personal possession she will ever have,
and none has any right to touch them
or to importuningly take them for granted.
Love can never be assumed or taken casually for granted,
that is the supreme presumption and a mine-field
that will just explode into your face if you tread carelessly into it.
Love and feelings is an abyss, a descending into hell
where you shall never find a way out
unless guided solely by your love, which always must be pure.
That is the only lighthouse in the stormy night –
the purity, sincerity and the profundity of selfless love
that never makes presumptions, never takes for granted,
never risks to hurt or trample others' feelings down
but always moves with carefulness and tenderness
to only silently adore and cherish with the utmost care
preferrably to never even dare to touch it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-05-14 at 00:38
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A sermon
My dear, it will not do to argue.
We are not of that sort that will listen
to an angry voice impassioned by frustrated blindness
of misguided egoism you thought was love
but only was a bolt carried away into the dark.
You can not build a dialogue or a relationship of any kind
on one part's will, since listening is always more important,
for the dialogue and the relationship to live at all,
than just to talk and give free reins to any gallop,
which is bound to run amuck if you don't check it.
There is no one who can judge or know or feel another's feelings,
they are sacred to the individual
as the most personal possession she will ever have,
and none has any right to touch them
or to importuningly take them for granted.
Love can never be assumed or taken casually for granted,
that is the supreme presumption and a mine-field
that will just explode into your face if you tread carelessly into it.
Love and feelings is an abyss, a descending into hell
where you shall never find a way out
unless guided solely by your love, which always must be pure.
That is the only lighthouse in the stormy night –
the purity, sincerity and the profundity of selfless love
that never makes presumptions, never takes for granted,
never risks to hurt or trample others' feelings down
but always moves with carefulness and tenderness
to only silently adore and cherish with the utmost care
preferrably to never even dare to touch it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 539 times
Written on 2007-05-14 at 00:38
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