<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O, how our love is murderous</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, how our love is murderous,<br>The dearer something is to us<br>The surer are we to destroy it<br>In passion's savage blindness!<br>Was it so long ago you said,<br>Proud of your victory: she's mine . . .<br>Barely a year gone - stop and think,<br>What has remained of her?<br>Where are the roses in her cheeks,<br>Her smiling lips and shining eyes?<br>Rivers of scalding tears<br>Have scorched and burned them all.<br>Do you remember how you met,<br>Your very first, your fateful t?te-?-t?te;<br>Her gaze enchanting and her words,<br>Her laughter --lively, child-like?<br>What have you now? Where is it all?<br>Was it a lasting dream?<br>Alas, like northern summers,<br>It was a fleeting guest!<br>For her your love was naught but <br>Fate's awful judgment.<br>It weighed upon her life,<br>With undeserved shame.<br>A life of sacrifice, a life of trials!<br>Deep in her soul<br>She cherished memories . . .<br>Yet even they've betrayed her.<br>And earthly life has turned against her,<br>Its charms have disappeared. . .<br>The surging crowd's ground in the dirt<br>All that had flourished in her heart.<br>And what like ashes has she gathered <br>After her long torment?<br>Pain, the cruel pain of bitterness,<br>Pain without cease and without tears!<br>O, how our love is murderous,<br>The dearer something is to us<br>The surer are we to destroy it<br>In passion's savage blindness!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Fyodor+Ivanovich+Tyutchev">Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev</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=393483" data-title="O, how our love is murderous de Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev" data-description="O, how our love is murderous, The dearer something is to us The surer are we to destroy it In passion's savage blindness! Was it so long ago you said, Proud of your victory: she's mine . . . Barely a year gone - stop and think, What has remained o..."></div> </div> </div>

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