My mistress
My mistress, you are always there,
enwrapped in mystery and strange untouchability,
and I have never once succeeded in deceiving you,
since you alone could master me and without even trying.
I belong to you and gave myself completely up to you from the beginning
without ever giving you away – my mystic love
shall never be located and identified,
and you will only so remain as long as you remain untouched
by the debasing hands of mortal worldliness.
My honour and my pride is to belong to you
and to have done so without ever failing you
with all my efforts to deceive you having turned out dismal failures.
But our love is not a failure but the contrary,
a humble but consistently improving and increasing story of success
but clandestinely only, to remain forever
intact as a mystery of truth and life and love.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-05-31 at 19:10
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