a rather shallow cliché title, I am afraid...
There was in your seduction
too much art to ever be forgotten,
too much love to ever be regained,
too thorough an impression to ever be removed,
too much sincerity to ever be abandoned
and too much of you to ever leave me –
you went down too deep into my heart
to ever be released again from there,
as the sincerity of love arrives to stay
forever as more part of you
than even your own body.
All you have to do is just to keep it there
with faithfulness and constancy,
forever loyal to that trust
more trustworthy than life,
if only it was genuinely felt and true.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-04-07 at 17:08
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On the beach
There was in your seduction
too much art to ever be forgotten,
too much love to ever be regained,
too thorough an impression to ever be removed,
too much sincerity to ever be abandoned
and too much of you to ever leave me –
you went down too deep into my heart
to ever be released again from there,
as the sincerity of love arrives to stay
forever as more part of you
than even your own body.
All you have to do is just to keep it there
with faithfulness and constancy,
forever loyal to that trust
more trustworthy than life,
if only it was genuinely felt and true.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 487 times
Written on 2008-04-07 at 17:08
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