<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425337" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>He Understands, She Feels</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HE UNDERSTANDS, SHE FEELS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He understands what she must feel<br>after these years.<br>The hurt her heart cannot conceal, <br>the bitter tears.<br>Her letters, love and life reveal<br>fond hopes, dread fears.<br>Sincerity in her appeal<br>his shame appears<br>to blacken, circumstance did steal<br>Love’s light with shears<br>of selfishness, which purpose peel<br>from life, which wears<br>without it. Loneliness congeals<br>the blood, all smears<br>with ugly washes, - woe, no weal.<br>Yet when cloud clears<br>for her forgiveness he shall kneel.<br>But now, all blears.<br>Painful solitude seems to seal<br>the past, so dear, <br>from joy, and in its place, drear deal, <br>sets hurt’s sharp spears, <br>which wound when memories unreel.<br>Despite the tears, <br>may future happiness yet heal<br>those wasted years! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">7 August 1980 revised 4 July 2007 robi3_0170_robi3_0000 previously entitled I Understand, You Feel</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>robi03_0170_robi03_0000 XXX_LZX<br>llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll lllllllllllllllllllll</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</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=425337" data-title="He Understands, She Feels de Jonathan Robin" data-description="HE UNDERSTANDS, SHE FEELS He understands what she must feel after these years. The hurt her heart cannot conceal, the bitter tears. Her letters, love and life reveal fond hopes, dread fears. Sincerity in her appeal his shame appears to blacken, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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