My love
With risk to constantly repeat myself
I ask you once again most beggarly
to hide in your delightful custody,
escaping from this sordid tardy world
into your love of endless comfort,
seeking my protection in the jungle of your hair,
the supreme relief from any anguish
and the only love for me that lasts.
Although our love is utterly impossible,
forbidden socially and exiled to extremes,
it is the only love for me and so remains,
as I will never give you up, unmask you
or betray you, but keep you the best of secrets
locked up in the safe of my eternal love.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-04-18 at 13:36
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