A love divided
We never spend enough of our time together,
and I never can love you enough,
which doesn't mean my love is failing,
only faltering, because of circumstances,
this condition of world liability
when life itself is irresponsibly at risk
by the extravagance of mankind
using Mother Earth much worse than any parasite,
ruthlessly gobbling up all natural resources by our greed.
I never want to love that way, consume for selfish reasons,
use and never give, but rather the plain opposite,
just giving, sharing and bestowing for a long term future,
since I feel that even love is all in vain
if it is not from the beginning stabilized in lasting continuity.
Therefore, pardon me, that we don't meet as much as we should do,
while you may rest assured, that any visual absence of this presence
only means my love, put under a protective bushel,
burns the warmer for not being free.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-07-12 at 10:33
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