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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448788" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Palmed Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knocked on the door of her soul<br>peered into its window<br>tried to see her there at the table<br>where she sits each day; <br>I listened for her heart beats<br>tried to divine her secret place<br>her mystery needs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But no; <br>my trek and voyeurism<br>came to naught; <br>she kept all her secrets in her pillow keep<br>and I had at last <br>to knock her door<br>and wait for her to turn the lock<br>peer out<br>and ask<br>'Hi, do I know you? '<br>She did not; but my eyes had fixed her<br>many times<br>and she knew them, their gaze.<br> <br>She looked at me-<br>looked at my eyes-<br>beginning to slowly recognize<br>they had sought her many times.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hoped they could speak for me<br>that they could communicate what words could not convey.<br>But, I could only stand there and allow proximity<br>to inveigh what I could not, make my silence speak; <br>place my soul in the palm of my hand<br>for long seconds<br>while she looked and looked<br>a puzzle-stranger at her door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She finally said.<br>'Come in, have something to drink; I have made some tea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think she recognized me finally<br>as someone who from afar<br>had given her their heart<br>and she was kind enough <br>not to slam the door<br>on it<br>and I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was not love <br>but kindness here<br>but that dear reader<br>is what allows True Love in the door<br>and she did.<br>And that was the main thing I needed to know about her<br>and that was what made me love her.<br>first from afar<br>and now<br>up close.</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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peered into its window
tried to see her there at the table
where she sits each day; 
I listened for her heart beats
tried to divine her secret place
her mystery needs.

But no; 
my trek and voyeurism
came to naugh..."></div>
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