My love is like a dream in May
forever fragrant and expanding
gloriously embellishing all life with beauty,
ever present, ever faithful, ever true
and ever lovelier with her long hair
and timeless youth that never ages,
since she is her soul and not her matter,
ever sweet, constructive and inspiring,
almost like a fairy or an elf
but more substantial in her essence.
Beauty is a matter mostly of the soul,
and therein lies the immortality of beauty
of which she is the manifestation.
Soul is freedom and the only truth
that evermore survives all age, mortality and time
and outwits all mundaneness
with her sovereign wisdom of transcendence.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2010-08-15 at 09:22
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