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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413117" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fair is my love from far</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair is my love from far, but she is far from being fair<br>She is fickle, her nature is false and her character full of frauds. <br>No beauties can compensate for such flaws! <br>Yet her face; her face is so divine without the touch of impurity<br>She is mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty<br>Brighter than glass, and yet as glass she is brittle<br>A soul softer than wax, and yet as iron rusty<br>A lily pale skin, with damask dye to grace her clad<br>None fairer, nor none falser to deface her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Her lips how often she to truth and to logic she joined<br>Between each of her oaths of true love swearing<br>How many tales to please the truth she coined, <br>Dreading the truth, the loss of love and strength still fearing<br>Yet amid of all her pure protesting<br>Her faith in love, her oaths of the truth were all jesting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She burned with love, as straw with fire flames<br>She burned herself out of true love as soon as straw out burns<br>She framed her feign love, and she foiled the framing<br>She forlorn with phantom of love, dark shadows and foul fair <br>She bade love last, and fell into a bust<br>Is he a lover last, he that inflicts pains in caress<br>Agony in soft whisper<br>A lecher, a vampire of the soul whichever<br>Bad in the best, though excellent in neither</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What for me in all of that, any aspiration? Any goal? <br>Old, crumpling tattered soul<br>Do not look at the mirror tonight<br>For I profoundly hate thee for you keen sight<br>Rest; take your sleep in the tempest of the night<br>No comport will lay by your pillow<br>After such an acid, such a poison spilled by your ink<br>You awakened sleeping devils, released bottle of imps</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O stay at the table! Cried the lines I wrote<br>We have no power to let her read love by rote<br>And watch her not able to spell<br>For her soul is enthralled by the devil of hell<br>I watched the silver moon plays upon glassy streams<br>Twinkle another counterfeit beam<br>How she can not tell <br>Foul from fair and fair from foul<br>So seems her gorgeous beauty to mine eyes<br>But I see her mind full of foul and follies<br>Fain shall I try to woo her wit, yet again? I dare not speak<br>Let me back for a pen and an ink I shall rather write my mind<br>Cowards have no tongue no character <br>Their comfort is in hide their pride is in hypocrisy<br>Is she not here? <br>Will you be daunted at the woman’s sight? <br>Beauty’s princely majesty is such<br>That it confounds the tongue <br>And makes the senses rough and the mind blur <br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can such a villain woo such a virtuous woman? <br>Can she thus be won? <br>What side of the bed? <br>I shall rest my exploding head<br>My body is in flames of pains<br>Oh let it not start again! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">   copy rights 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</a><div class=q>
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She is fickle, her nature is false and her character full of frauds. 
No beauties can compensate for such flaws! 
Yet her face; her face is so divine without the touch of impurity
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