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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448570" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>May-December Kisses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is a flower given<br>in summer time, <br>full of ocean-ness; <br>it's vastness swims<br>in her eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She moves soft winds before her; <br>floating lightly; <br>shiny new<br>with a young soul</div><div style="margin:10px 0">touched only by sentiments<br>innocent; <br>all experience her delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She has never known Mean Love, <br>only Love Requited.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joy seldom comes to the Stapled Heart<br>and hers has never been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am older than she; <br>I am mangled innocence; <br>yet still I crave what I see-<br>her soft putty etherealness; <br>her purity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the Winter Bulb<br>underground; <br>she, summer sun<br>warming ocean waters.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I need to know<br>is her heart, <br>and my dark bulb<br>together<br>yet fertile? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What irony<br>meeting brings<br>in words wandering<br>cross pages <br>when she says; <br>'I love you.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Winter and her Spring<br>were clutched in her Hearts First<br>meandering<br>into Love's Realm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When individuals<br>invest<br>their best souls<br>and their best<br>summer flailings<br>we must perforce<br>measure the fit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is the rare soul not potted yet<br>not yet a bulb a'growing<br>yet before me now<br>professing<br>to love my old soul<br>covered by<br>winter ground<br>frozen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ponder and say to her: <br>'whisper me<br>just one word, <br>your soul's summer smells<br>inhaled, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">your bouquet refreshing<br>my dusty soil; <br>my winter eyes greying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am mighty stirred<br>by youthful seeds<br>yours; <br>which arrive with summer's souling-<br>fitful winds blowing<br>innocence<br>which coaxes old flowers<br>to new blooms.<br>But I am, ' <br>I said</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I am<br>too old for you<br>but not for Summer's kiss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and planted her cheek<br>with my Winter kiss<br>and set her free<br>to sail<br>Summer Winds<br>to find her own<br>true, <br>younger Prince<br>closer to her own age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I died<br>surely that day<br>having forfeited life's Last Love Note<br>for Youths Future Bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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in summer time, 
full of ocean-ness; 
it's vastness swims
in her eyes.

She moves soft winds before her; 
floating lightly; 
shiny new
with a young soul

touched only by sentiments
innocent; 
all experience her delight.

She ..."></div>
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