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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459538" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Poem..</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This poem<br>was about to speak to you<br>assuming that there is a you right there and now<br>but <br>hesitated, a little unsure of itself</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this poem<br>though all ready to be<br>a bouncy, Tiggerish, extravert sort of poem<br>is going instead to take a quiet moment for<br>introspection</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this poem<br>remembers that computers are essentially<br>binary – built up of millions of yes-no choices<br>so</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this poem<br>is above all, <br>yes; <br>hoping <br>in still a Tiggerish way, to hear you also, say<br>yes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this poem<br>finds that it has<br>certain hidden desires<br>which it rightly or wrongly<br>was going to lay on you<br>like</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this poem<br>would like to tell you<br>something new which<br>you might or might not believe<br>until some time later<br>when you’d say<br>yes! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">this poem<br>would like to touch your heart<br>(impertinently assuming<br>you might need aortic massage) <br>so that when you finished reading it, <br>you’d say<br>yes! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">this poem<br>presumptuously<br>would like to enable you to<br>see the whole world with fresh eyes, <br>as if never before, <br>be the first day<br>of Creation for the<br>rest of your life<br>so that you'd say<br>yes yes yes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this poem<br>would love to <br>be Irish, throw magical, spellbinding words round you<br>like two hands throwing wild flowers<br>over you in a summer meadow, <br>looking into your eyes, laughing, kissing, <br>dancing over the green hills to blue skies hand in hand<br>enchanted with a life you’d passing forgotten, <br>always known, while time<br>is eternity and<br>you and I and all things are<br>yes, yes, yes and<br>yes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this poem<br>at this point<br>introspectively with a touch of humility<br>thinks<br>maybe it’s sufficient, purer, <br>just to want to<br>pass you in the street, <br>smile right into your eyes<br>maybe shake hands, even<br>kiss both cheeks how ever many times<br>and know that without necessarily<br>saying anything<br>the answer’s<br>yes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this poem<br>hopes it’s made its point<br>without mentioning<br>love or other well-known, <br>complicated things like that and<br>moreover it’s gone on long enough<br>because</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this poem loves<br>what happens in silence<br>what happens in stillness<br>and just wanted to say </div><div style="margin:10px 0">yes?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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was about to speak to you
assuming that there is a you right there and now
but 
hesitated, a little unsure of itself

this poem
though all ready to be
a bouncy, Tiggerish, extravert sort of poem
is going instead to take a quiet moment fo..."></div>
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