<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Think Well of Her</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was years ago when I first met her.<br>She was the siren of Laguna Beach, <br>Well endowed, a body to be envied by all women <br>And, licentiously desired by all men.<br>She walked like a cat; <br>Mysterious behind her large, darkly<br>Tinted glasses, causing people to turn<br>And watch as she silently passed them by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was not pretentious, she was herself, <br>As she was born to be.<br>She was not young but, at that time of life<br>When all was an intoxicating awareness<br>Of love and beauty, wrapped in a ferver for life, <br>Living it to its maximum.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw her again, many years later, <br>Confined to a home-health care facility; <br>Mobile to the limits of a wheelchair.<br>The shadows of time deepened, <br>As a flickering dance of advancing days<br>Hovered about her face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember her, once glorious in her youthful beauty, <br>A blaze of eloquent passion. Now, she seems a dying ember, <br>In the gray, slow-fire ash of old age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think well of her, as I thought well of her, <br>With all kindness and tenderness, <br>Just as a man remembers, through the scroll<br>Of decades past, those places and people<br>He enjoyed and loved the most.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lynn+W.+Petty">Lynn W. Petty</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=450600" data-title="I Think Well of Her de Lynn W. Petty" data-description="It was years ago when I first met her. She was the siren of Laguna Beach, Well endowed, a body to be envied by all women And, licentiously desired by all men. She walked like a cat; Mysterious behind her large, darkly Tinted glasses, causing pe..."></div> </div> </div>

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