Spring
There is no light in life,
there is no spring in sight,
there is no hope in Limbo
but for the hope of seeing you,
but for the longing for you,
but for the sight of you
springing to my mind
as darkness fades
to the approaching spring
after all bringing some light of you.
My longing is incurable,
and but for you it would be deadly;
but since after all you do exist,
there is even some hope
for the extremest suicide,
since you turn everything to life
out from the shadowed winter of death
and must return with spring to me
inevitably, irresistibly and definitely,
renewing all the wonders of our life
with of all reminders the most important,
that you are all my love and always were.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-03-15 at 11:49
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