Remaining light of youth
My beam of youth,
you were my flame
in hard days of upheaval
constituting all my sunshine
while our contact lasted
without others interrupting
with absurd claims of relationship monopoly
which ruined our harmony;
but you were always there
to ever faithfully come back,
as now, when suddenly we found each other
once again and in a parking lot
and everything was perfectly the same –
love was still there in spite of twenty years of separation
and we hardly had grown one year older –
ultimate syndrome and evidence of true love –
nothing changes, although everything has changed,
love remains the same when once found out as true
whatever happens to it and its victims;
and thus we are the same as twenty years ago,
only even more so than before.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2010-11-01 at 14:31
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