Love

How can I describe you but with gratitude?
Our passion needed fifteen years to find itself
and then was ripe enough to bloom forever
as it seemed; and I was so surprised
that I had not discovered previously
the essence of your magic personality.
You came to me then as a benefactory reward
for all my losses previously and disappointments,
as a perfect healing compensation for my shipwrecks,
undeserved defeats and lock-outs from society
in spite of honesty and regular hard work,
like an infectuous cold hand of inhumanity
that persecuted me throughout my life for nothing
if not for my diligence and constancy of faithfulness
to my vocation, turning me into a total workoholic
as my only recompense for never getting any salary.
My life is turning now into a regular and chronic state
and exercise of meditation; but your presence in my life
is much more worth and better as a salary and honour
than all prizes in the world, and you have honoured me
by giving up yourself entirely to me and no one else,
although indeed you had a choice of lovers.
All the riches in the world is nothing to our love,
which for its constancy and character of durability,
impeccability and spirituality and mutual respect and trust
is more than only love, but something like
a universal covenant and marriage between souls
that is its own reward in inexhaustability of inspiration.





Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-15 at 16:30

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this is pure pleasure to read.
2015-03-16