<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374228" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Way Of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE butterfly loves the rose,<br>He flutters around her bed,<br>Till the soft curled leaves unclose,<br>And she raises her darling head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He whispers of dawn and of dew,<br>Of love, and the heart of love,<br>Of worship, timid and true,<br>And she takes no joy thereof.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when, through the noon's blind heat,<br>The arrogant bee flaunts by,<br>She yields him her heart's hid sweet,<br>And he leaves her alone, to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The depth of her dying bliss<br>Her grief-white butterfly knows:<br>And the bee laughs low in the kiss<br>Of another, a redder rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</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=374228" data-title="The Way Of Love de Edith Nesbit" data-description="THE butterfly loves the rose, He flutters around her bed, Till the soft curled leaves unclose, And she raises her darling head. He whispers of dawn and of dew, Of love, and the heart of love, Of worship, timid and true, And she takes no joy there..."></div> </div> </div>

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