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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368430" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mauve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was sitting there on the porch steps <br>Reminiscing kisses and french crepes<br>When love knocked on my jaded door<br>As her Amish headdress flew high above the varnished floor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was a lass from the twilight of Lancaster county<br>A bespectacled brunette my sweet amorous bounty<br>A lass with a shy grin and spontaneous unguarded eyes<br>A stork brought to my doorstep laden with her Amish ties</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is Mauve, always in her pale violet sundresses<br>With blossoming lavenders sprinkled on her tresses <br>With a skipping gait and magnetizing stare<br>As to the gods I parted with a thanksgiving prayer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She left her loved ones for a demi-year stint<br>With a promise to return, conveyed with a hint<br>Yet she met me, a lad from the serendipitous of isles<br>As love detonated in majestic stock piles </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A promise keeps you on your nervous tip toes<br>A promise keeps you grounded to your familial doors<br>A promise in this case was broken in the name of love<br>As in the infected heart, a tug metamorphosed to a shove</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, I was heartbroken for her loneliness in her dearth of ties<br>The type that keeps you connected to your loved ones, your family ties<br>One day, a year past the day she left her beloved heartland<br>We made our way towards the fields of corn in their doming Pennland</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A journey was made in the name of unconditional love<br>For my life to prosper amidst the corn's doming trove<br>As I left a college education even my familiar surroundings<br>For the partake of love, with my Mauve in love's many hued coatings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I drive a wagon cart to the Sunday market <br>Firmly carrying with me an empty cane basket<br>While Mauve gazes at our creation in her delicate bassinet<br>With fellowship from our community, in an Amish blanket</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Electricity foregone for intimate candle lit dinners<br>Education foregone for love's unconditional wishes<br>Sundresses foregone for sweet amor guided by the candle light<br>One life foregone for another to flourish in god's eternal light</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dilantha+Gunawardana">Dilantha Gunawardana</a><div class=q>
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Reminiscing kisses and french crepes
When love knocked on my jaded door
As her Amish headdress flew high above the varnished floor

She was a lass from the twilight of Lancaster county
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