Open Poetry #7 |
Too Much |
Lone Ranger Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 92Salvador , Bahia , Brazil |
I love you so much, my love... don't sing The human heart with more truth... I love you as friend and as lover In a continuous and cruel reality. I love you kindred, of a calm useful love, And I love you beyond, present in the longing. I love you, finally, with great freedom Inside the eternity and in each instant. I love you as a bug, plainly, Of a love without mystery and without virtue With a massive and permanent desire. And of loving you like this, too much and so often, It is that one day in your body suddenly I shall die from loving more than I could. "Only in the dreams , is that man can truly be free It was always thus and always thus will be" Prof. Keating Dead Poets Society |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"I shall die from loving more than I could." A lovely ouch. Touching in its sincerity. very, very, nice... |
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Lone Ranger Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 92Salvador , Bahia , Brazil |
Thanks Serenity!! Oh, and sincerity well that's my middle name... "Only in the dreams , is that man can truly be free It was always thus and always thus will be" Prof. Keating Dead Poets Society |
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