<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455366" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Age Old Feelings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For this woman, his heart doth treasure<br>And in his soul, he will always treasure<br>In her heart, naught these feelings lay<br>But like a game, with him she'll play<br>Broken hearted, he cries heavy tears<br>Such tears had not been shed<br>For so long a time as to be forgot<br>Such a time he had such a thought<br>That a sacred love he would never find<br>And to said love, he would become blind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A fair young maiden in her tower sits<br>Between her heart and mind, she is split<br>Her mind demands she do what she must<br>Her heart to her mind may never trust<br>For her heart is where true love lies<br>Yet in her mind, that same love dies<br>How can love live and die at the same time? <br>It seems that thought would be known as crime<br>To her, True lover seems so far away<br>But in truth, that love will come one day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They met by chance, it seemed too late<br>But in his heart, it seemed like fate<br>She was so scared as was he<br>More in love, they could not be<br>But because the fear was combined with love<br>It did not seem it could last for long<br>They felt the joy but also the fear<br>He tried to help, she tried to hear<br>But she was too afraid to heed<br>So what he did was show her whats real<br>Not the things of want but that she was his only desire</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+Hyer">Mark Hyer</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=455366" data-title="Age Old Feelings de Mark Hyer" data-description="For this woman, his heart doth treasure And in his soul, he will always treasure In her heart, naught these feelings lay But like a game, with him she'll play Broken hearted, he cries heavy tears Such tears had not been shed For so long a time as ..."></div> </div> </div>

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