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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lament on a sweetheart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was young and sure of myself<br>and almost still a greenhorn, <br>you were already meant for me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and when I came back from the thundering of war<br>I marvelled about my chances with you, <br>and got you <br>as the girlfriend of girlfriends.<br>.<br>That time was filled <br>with almost a life time’s happiness<br>that was pressed into moments<br>and your glittering eyes, <br>the softness of your lips<br>left me breathless</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and with a new beat<br>my heart was knocking<br>so if you had become<br>a part of my being<br>and could read every though of mine<br>and comprehended me better<br>than I myself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through university classes I covertly watched you<br>and my thoughts were only with you<br>as if nothing else really mattered<br>and your enchantment <br>really hit me to the core.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was if your smile<br>could even drive away <br>the grey of a Cape winter<br>and I started to write verses to you, <br>gave flowers and gifts<br>and when you adored me<br>it was far past special</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and utterly naive I believed<br>that nothing could come between us, <br>as if love has an own fortress<br>as an entrenchment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now it’s years later<br>and sometimes when I sleep<br>I dream that you<br>are embracing me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I know<br>that some flames never die<br>and I wonder when<br>I will have a chance with you again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I am trying to shatter destiny, <br>to build a life with shoelaces<br>and like a giant <br>to stand against life’s thundering blows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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and almost still a greenhorn, 
you were already meant for me

and when I came back from the thundering of war
I marvelled about my chances with you, 
and got you 
as the girlfriend of girlfriends.
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