Is love possible?
For years we have remained the best of friends,
I loved you always, but there were too many men
besieging you and standing in my way,
so I resigned and let it be –
love is a higher thing than worth the opposite,
no conflicts between rivals having anything to do with love.
I was the victim of my own fate
and had long ago accepted it –
one could say, I was long since married to it, –
while during the years, love and affection have grown stronger
in maturity and depth,
and thus increasing both in beauty and in value.
Let it thus continue,
and in some way, although we were not united ever,
neither were we ever separated.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-10-11 at 11:58
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