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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365778" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Looking for Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We married when we were just nineteen, <br>I thought her a perfect catch, <br>We'd fallen in love on the day she came<br>To watch, at a football match, <br>I'd fallen badly, injured my leg<br>And was subbed in the second half, <br>She came to the dressing room, and tied<br>My leg with her silken scarf.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She said that she was a trainee nurse<br>And practice was better than none, <br>I told her I was a graduate, <br>I'd be limping from now on, <br>We took a seat at a coffee shop<br>And stayed for the afternoon, <br>As I gazed at her dark brown eyes and hair, <br>And she smiled at me in the gloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our romance whirled us on at a pace<br>That was breathless, with content, <br>Whatever our fate would hold for us<br>We were sure that it was meant, <br>I ceased to notice the other girls, <br>And she looked only at me, <br>We tied the knot on a fresh Spring morn<br>As we stood by a willow tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We made our home in a city flat<br>Close to her hospital, <br>I studied and crammed for my Ph.D.<br>Not counting the cost at all, <br>But soon we were way behind in the rent<br>And moved on out to the burbs, <br>Life was more difficult than we'd thought, <br>We grew our own veggies, and herbs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She worked three shifts, and came home tired, <br>And I would study all night, <br>Then one came in as the other went out, <br>I felt that it wasn't right, <br>We argued then, and we made it up, <br>Then we argued a little more, <br>She said she'd go to her parents then, <br>But I just barred the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'll just have to work it out, ' I said, <br>'We can't go giving up now, <br>I know that I love you, Sylvia, <br>And things will improve, somehow.'<br>'I love you too, but it's such a mess, '<br>She cried, and dabbed at her tears, <br>'There's not enough money to buy a house<br>And there won't be, not for years.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shelved my studies, applied for a job, <br>The money was not very good, <br>I'd studied for years, and there was I<br>In a sawmill, cutting wood.<br>I suddenly felt resentful then<br>To be wed to a low-paid nurse, <br>She'd lost that spark in her eyes that said<br>I love you, better or worse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We slowly drifted apart, she'd work<br>An extra shift when she could, <br>While I would prowl in the nightclubs<br>Where the folk were up to no good.<br>I drank a lot, got bleary eyed, <br>Came home, hung-over and grim, <br>While Sylvie began to ignore me, <br>Often went out as I came in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One night at a Club, I saw a girl<br>Blonde hair and the bluest eyes, <br>Dolled up in a mini skirt so short<br>It attracted all the guys, <br>She danced and shimmied around the room<br>And giggled and seemed like fun, <br>She made me think of my Sylvie<br>Now that the spark and the fun had gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each Wednesday night I saw this girl, <br>But she never looked at me, <br>I grew obsessed as I followed her, <br>It compounded my misery.<br>I'd get up close and she'd whirl away<br>And dance with another guy, <br>I'd like to have gone and talked to her<br>But I guess I was feeling shy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For weeks I had tried, got close to her<br>But then couldn't squeeze out a word, <br>I felt myself falling in love again<br>But knew that was quite absurd, <br>For Sylvie was there at the back of my mind, <br>I couldn't quite block her out, <br>But then when the blonde whirled past again<br>My heart would jump into my mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came the day that I followed her home, <br>She lived in the burbs, like me, <br>We both caught the number seventeen<br>Though she was ahead of me, <br>I sat at the back and hid myself, <br>We came to my usual stop, <br>Then to my surprise, the blonde stood up<br>Walked down the aisle and got off.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wasn't that far behind her then<br>But she hurried away, and ran, <br>I thought it strange, and increased my pace<br>But she left me behind at the Strand.<br>She turned the corner, into my street<br>But then she had disappeared, <br>My heart was pounding, I almost ran...<br>Could it be what I really feared? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walked unsteadily into the house, <br>But stopped at the kitchen door, <br>For there was Sylvie, a wig in her hand<br>A blonde that I'd seen before, <br>She grinned at me, popped her contacts out<br>And said, 'Hi, where have you been? '<br>Then laughed, and I saw my Sylvie again<br>As I'd seen her at just nineteen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We made the most passionate, frantic love<br>With her blonde wig back in place, <br>'I thought that I'd teach you a lesson, ' she said, <br>With a sly look on her face.<br>And since that day I've been cured of straying, <br>Each time she comes through the door, <br>She's a blonde, brunette, a redhead yet... <br>What red-blooded man could want more? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">8 April 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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I thought her a perfect catch, 
We'd fallen in love on the day she came
To watch, at a football match, 
I'd fallen badly, injured my leg
And was subbed in the second half, 
She came to the dressing room, and..."></div>
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