The Flight



The only true love is ideal love
overwhelming and transcending
all reality and its impossibility,
the limitations and the unreliabilities,
uplifting and up-keeping all that matters,
the integrity of the supremacy
of the transcending soul,
that always like a butterfly
must needs break all the mortal flesh
to ever keep on wings as high as possible
and flying on into eternity.
Love is a flight
and can but keep on loving
while she stays on flying.





Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-04-16 at 10:21

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mark nwagwu
Exquisite. Love defines itself as it soars and soars never really landing anywhere except in the soul of the loved one which is also in flight. I'll save this as a bookmark, it agrees with evrything i believe - about love and loving
2010-04-16