<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367932" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Youth Got Mail</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her email was a bitter pill, <br>She was no more my friend, <br>I sat there mid a sudden chill<br>I thought would never end...<br>Her callous words ripped through my soul, <br>Like lightning bolts of death, <br>As if she'd lost all self-control<br>And so I held my breath...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I waited for a change of mind... <br>Was that her final dart? <br>Was there a second chance to find? <br>Perhaps a change of heart? <br>Then solemn days turned into weeks<br>And weeks turned into years, <br>Such that my heart no longer seeks<br>A sad return to tears...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, I moved on, alone, of course, <br>Regrets to bear like scars<br>And though true love I'd once endorse, <br>Remorse makes that a farce...<br>The other day, I heard God's voice...<br>He whispered soft and low...<br>He said, 'My child, she made her choice...<br>It's time to let her go...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of course, I laughed at such advice, <br>The idea quite absurd, <br>But God gives time so we think twice<br>And then obey His word...<br>'O.K., ' I said, 'I set her free...<br>I pray You'll bless her still...'<br>That's when I felt the Lord touch me<br>To take away that chill...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Denis Martindale, copyright, August 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=367932" data-title="Youth Got Mail de Denis Martindale" data-description="Her email was a bitter pill, She was no more my friend, I sat there mid a sudden chill I thought would never end... Her callous words ripped through my soul, Like lightning bolts of death, As if she'd lost all self-control And so I held my bre..."></div> </div> </div>

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