<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rapturous Power Of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I first beheld my sweetheart's face<br>And yet knew not her name, <br>But still I felt a state of grace, <br>The warmth of love's pure flame...<br>A sudden rush, intake of breath, <br>Because I realised, <br>That loneliness had died a death, <br>As I stood there surprised...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For there she was, with golden hair, <br>With smiling eyes so blue, <br>To me, the finest of the fair<br>And perfect through and through...<br>As if God-fashioned just for me, <br>A gift supreme, sublime, <br>My partner for eternity, <br>Beyond this life and time...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How could I make her comprehend<br>This miracle within, <br>This newfound love for this new friend, <br>If I, her heart, could win? <br>No precious pearls could quite express<br>The feelings that I felt, <br>Nor diamond ring show happiness<br>As this young heart would melt...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To hold her hand, her fingertips, <br>To gaze into her eyes, <br>To press my lips against her lips, <br>To share my heartfelt sighs, <br>To watch love blossom like the rose, <br>To see that love mature, <br>Such miracles God only knows...<br>Both now and evermore...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, Easter Monday,2012.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367768" data-title="The Rapturous Power Of Love de Denis Martindale" data-description="I first beheld my sweetheart's face And yet knew not her name, But still I felt a state of grace, The warmth of love's pure flame... A sudden rush, intake of breath, Because I realised, That loneliness had died a death, As I stood there surpr..."></div> </div> </div>

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