Sharing



My love is dead, impossible and faded out,
and still my life is hers as well as mine;
what I am she is also, although far away,
since sharing has become our life.

Disturbance shattered our reunion,
too many shut me out from her,
and still her heart is mine as mine is hers,
as if all that we share is more than life,

the very depths of the abysmal feelings
constantly devouring our souls
and drowning them in feelings inexpressible,
that can't be shared by anyone except your love;

and then you know, that you in spite of all
are still in love and never quite alone,
although your deepest feelings
never can be shared by anyone

except the company you find
deep down at bottom of that loneliness
you always thought you had
but brought you all the world for company.




Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-08-06 at 22:36

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