The Age of Passion


Let's make love before it is too late,
for time will never wait for us,
and love is always short of time,
and we must be in time before we get too old
for passion, which demands our action now,
postponement of which means the death of it.
The time is now and not at any other time,
but in this moment of our love at present
there is room forever for some timelessness,
since love is a dimension of its own
exceeding time and all concerns of age,
for which we never can become too old.
Thus even in the mortal moment of our love
at this most precious fleeting presence
our love is an eternity that will go on
and never die, although we would be but a moment
unified in our consummate and completed passion.




Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-03-02 at 14:35

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