Lover in disguise

You'll never even get the chance
to guess at my identity
or to at all suspect me
of what I really am,
and thus my freedom is complete
to fill my universe of love
with affluence of generosity
for that perverse atrocious love
that haunts me never to leave me in peace
demanding ever overstrained expansion
unto death and beyond;
but, as people say,
in love and war there are no rules
but only limitless allowances for anything,
the tolerance of freedom is atrocious;
and I claim that privilege
to go on loving you
in safe disguise as anything
but that exaggerated lover that I am.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-04-28 at 10:27

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mark nwagwu
Lawrence, is all truly allowed in love (as in war) - I thought there were some humane rules, certainly in love. What a perfect oxymoron - perverse atrocious love. All in all, Lawrence you rescued my thoughts from downcast immersion in doubt with the final lines that shape the whole poem and give it deep vibrancy:
in safe disguise as that exagerrated lover that I am. 'Exagerrated lover' I like that

Zoya Zaidi
Dear Chris, it is pure love, where the lover wants to be allowed to just go on loving... Does not even want reciprocation...
Love it!