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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ad Finum</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the white throat of useless passion <br>That scorched my soul with its burning breath <br>I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion <br>And gathered them close in a grip of death; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For why should I fan, or feed with fuel, <br>A love that showed me but blank despair? <br>So my hold was firm, and my grasp was cruel - <br>I meant to strangle it then and there! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought it was dead. But, with no warning, <br>It rose from its grave last night and came <br>And stood by my bed till the early morning. <br>And over and over it spoke your name. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its throat was red where my hands had held it; <br>It burned my brow with its scorching breath; <br>And I said, the moment my eyes beheld it, <br>'A love like this can know no death.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For just one kiss that your lips have given <br>In the lost and beautiful past to me, <br>I would gladly barter my hopes of Heaven <br>And all the bliss of Eternity. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For never a joy are the angels keeping, <br>To lay at my feet in Paradise, <br>Like that of into your strong arms creeping, <br>And looking into your love lit eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know, in the way that sins are reckoned, <br>This thought is a sin of the deepest dye; <br>But I know too that if an angel beckoned, <br>Standing close by the Throne on High, <br>And you, adown by the gates infernal, <br>Should open your loving arms and smile, <br>I would turn my back on things supernal, <br>To lie on your breast a little while. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To know for an hour you were mine completely- <br>Mine in body and soul, my own- <br>I would bear unending tortures sweetly, <br>With not a murmur and not a moan. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lighter sin or lesser error <br>Might change through hope or fear divine; <br>But there is no fear, and hell hath no terror, <br>To change or alter a love like mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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That scorched my soul with its burning breath 
I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion 
And gathered them close in a grip of death; 

For why should I fan, or feed with fuel, 
A love that showed me but bl..."></div>
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