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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384723" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Three And One</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes she seems so helpless and mild, <br> So full of sweet unreason and so weak, <br> So prone to some capricious whim or freak; <br>Now gay, now tearful, and now anger-wild, <br>By her strange moods of waywardness beguiled<br> And entertained, I stroke her pretty cheek, <br> And soothing words of peace and comfort speak; <br>And love her as a father loves a child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes when I am troubled and sore pressed<br> On every side by fast advancing care, <br> She rises up with such majestic air, <br>I deem her some Olympian goddess-guest, <br>Who brings my heart new courage, hope, and rest.<br> In her brave eyes dwells balm for my despair, <br> And then I seem, while fondly gazing there, <br>A loving child upon my mothers breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again, when her warm veins are full of life, <br> And youth’s volcanic tidal wave of fire<br> Sends the swift mercury of her pulses higher, <br>Her beauty stirs my heart to maddening strife, <br>And all the tiger in my blood is rife; <br> I love her with a lover’s fierce desire, <br> And find in her my dream, complete, entire, <br>Child, Mother, Mistress – all in one word – Wife.</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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 So full of sweet unreason and so weak, 
 So prone to some capricious whim or freak; 
Now gay, now tearful, and now anger-wild, 
By her strange moods of waywardness beguiled
 And entertained, I stroke her..."></div>
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