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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342592" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Story Of Love Untitled</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In summer he saw her<br>And on the first occasion of word<br>It was wool and winter..<br>In between those disappeared months<br>Each day he attended lessons on patience<br>And observed the occurrence of losing himself<br> <br> <br>When in his savings he felt enough<br>are faith and strength, <br>one fine unforgettable day as noon was on a go<br>he stood touching her shadow and declared to her<br>that his name is lover….<br>and asked wasn't lovely name of her? <br>With a not usual smile she veiled her surprise<br>and under those black beauty of her eyes<br>she calmed her amazement that tried to rise..<br> <br>Silence used to be his nature and<br>with the purpose of turning wise<br>he used to sleep early and early rise<br>Now addicted to twinkling stars<br>with insomnia he shared his nights<br>and talked his curly thoughts unceasingly to moonlight.<br>The atheist within started chanting prayers, <br>And tagged inside him the belief that his god has come to light..<br> <br> <br>Thereafter days they walked on their own track<br>On some of his blessed moments they met and a few words were exchanged<br>He used to praise her gleam with radiance that he could not hide, <br>A less colored smile her pink lips would reply, , .<br>She talked her words and he heard them poems<br>He sang his poems and behind made smiles hid her ignorance<br>Way was it though he believed, understood and used to know<br>Women behave on days of intro! ! <br>Thus he caressed the wound that had silently started to grow…….<br> <br> <br> <br>Days passed and so did she<br>He had lost himself almost completely! ! <br>His wakeful hours were even dreamy and hummed he<br>songs such as these on his moments lonely<br>'had she given a little more freedom to her hair, <br>Somebody would have got happily arrested forever, <br>Had she opened those spaces between her fingers, <br>Company would not have been for somebody a distant dream, <br>Unfulfilled still…'<br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br>Time though wake up him soon <br>as one evening died his love's shadow<br>along with the sun of the noon, <br>all of a sudden<br>on the canvas of dying redness<br>beheld the eyes of this devotee sight of his goddess<br>Holding the hands of a distant prince<br>Silently walking away<br> <br> <br> <br> <br> Love and thereafter…..<br> <br>Though a few days with hidden tears<br>a lot he weeped….<br>A silence reigned the inside of him which made even the<br>music of his breath deaf…., <br>Hope was though such a magic<br>even at its measure of least<br>it held him with its miraculous fist….<br>And recalled within himself his better self, <br>some day on reading Frost that he had promised to himself<br>whatever in the way comes, <br> and even if wrong turns few of life's sums<br>he would go all those miles<br>before he sleeps.<br> <br>I was the lover's friend<br>And consolation they weren't, so my words he listened….<br>Said I unto him<br>Life without unfound love<br>is but a life in itself unfound<br>And what have you cheered in love if not its pain<br>Love is a way not to your lover but into of your own self<br>and what have love made you find if not more of yourself, <br>if not more of your aloneness…<br> <br>And that prevention is better than cure is wisdom<br>but not on wounds of past<br>and as he had already suffered fate<br>it would be of little use to embrace regret<br>And isn't it too true, does not he himself feel<br>though no great soul has uttered yet<br>My friend cure is certainly better than death<br>Cure is certainly better than death<br>the world salutes them as lover<br>Who have but wearing pain smiled and marched ahead..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aman+Saa">Aman Saa</a><div class=q>
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