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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413196" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our marriage</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So once I have thought how sweet it is to love! <br>And so I did follow in aught how beguiling is young desire! <br>And thus I have endured the pleasing pains we prove <br>When we first approach our love's fire! <br>And in truth our pains of love were sweeter far <br>Than all other pleasures were or are. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our early sighs which were  from our love blown <br>Did but gently heave and calm the heart: <br>Even the tears we  shed together and alone <br>Cured, like trickling balm, their smart: <br>As young lovers, when we lost our  breath, <br>we bled away in an easy soothing death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now I ask why should a foolish marriage vow, <br>Which long ago in years and seasons was made, <br>Still oblige us to each other now, <br>When passion is lost and love decayed? <br>We loved, and we loved, as long as we could, <br>Till our love was loved out in us both; <br>But our marriage is dead when the pleasure and fun are fled: <br>It was pleasure first made it an oath.<br>Yet with time and in years it grow into despise and loath</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet now I ask not the cause why it turns sullen spring<br>That so long delays her flowers over our heads to bear; <br>Why warbling birds forget to sing, and quite are the lake rings<br>And winter storms invert the year under its gloom we lost our cheer <br>Roses are gone; and fate provides <br>To make it spring away where she resides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in this world of prison and loath in which we stubbornly stay<br>Your indifference of a spectator who is idle and aloofly sits <br>An icon of more a beholding than caring in a cold detached play<br>Of estranging and abandoning rather than amending my troubled wits</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take for instance the times when I enjoy glad occasions<br>Or in sad times when I wail and utter my pains and woes <br>The first kind you encounter with sulphuric retreats of desperation<br>While on the second you offer no kindness, a total cruelty in shows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Finding no delights in my mirth nor rues in my successes<br>Mocking me in my laughs, and when I cry<br>You laugh hardening ever more your remote heart and withdrawn passes<br>Where are this love and passion that used to dwell in your eye</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And nothing in me can move you, nor mirth nor moan<br>Oh love, what is the process that has turn you into senseless stone! <br>How great our mutual grief, our joys how few, <br>Time have the slow years not brought to view <br> <br>Your voice once so sweet encouraging and calm<br>Now can shedder glass and is heard through like drums<br>It beats to battle; dreadful bells that awaken alarms<br>Your face, once my phantom, delights of fancy, comes<br>In front of me to give the battle its utmost climax</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ah, the neighbors and other bold acquaintances<br>On us they have drown their social acceptances<br>claiming we have the perfect life in pure marriage<br>little they know the horses hooked behind the carriage<br>Would ever such horses and carriage move forward<br>Sodomy and agony; suffocating oppression I feel so awkward</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Shall I long and yearn to be happy again when I am alone<br>Do the things I want and call the day my own<br>Stop being dependent, be secure within and can say<br>Be your worse darling I have lived my day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, be fair or foul, rain or shine<br>Who cares, my joys in spite fate are mine<br>No one on earth and nor you over me has power<br>Free from what has been I will seek my rebirth hour</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>  Copy rights 2010<br>  All rights reserved.</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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And so I did follow in aught how beguiling is young desire! 
And thus I have endured the pleasing pains we prove 
When we first approach our love's fire! 
And in truth our pains of love were sw..."></div>
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