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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>MY First My Last</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s quite bizarre what you think about when you’re swimming. <br>I’m thinking of what I’m doing and Christine from the beginning. <br>How can I not remember the look she gave me when we first met <br>and her brilliant friendly smile, oh, how could I ever forget. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we touched and held hands for the very first time <br>a thrill went through my body and up and down my spine. <br>And when I smelled the fragrance of your skin and hair <br>I wanted to be with you forever no matter what, or where. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought your soft lips were going to melt when we first kissed <br>oh, I can taste them now and their touch is so painfully missed. <br>You turned me inside out and I needed to be as one with you <br>I wanted the souls of our body to be connected, and I still do. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wherever we kissed you tasted so perfect and I wanted more and more <br>you made my heart beat so fast and loud you could hear it I’m sure. <br>And whenever you were unhappy your sadness made me unhappy too <br>I tried to make you laugh or smile, so the sun would shine through. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The occasions when you sobbed and cried I couldn’t hold back my tears <br>I shared your sadness, your emotions, your problems, and your fears. <br>That day by the river when I wished my nervous body would stop shaking <br>my heart rate and breathing were so fast and seemed to be accelerating. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our excitement and passion was becoming stronger and stronger <br>both of us wanted to go further, and we couldn’t wait any longer. <br>We made love for the first time on that warm summer afternoon <br>feeling guilty didn’t help us, but we had to do it again very soon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When our passion became uncontrollable and our desires burst through, <br>we made love so often, and it was the natural thing to do. <br>We didn’t care where we made love be it night or day, <br>in the lush green fields, or on the freshly cut hay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As time passed, when we were alone you liked me to describe <br>from the very first kiss how I intended to make you come alive. <br>We wanted to be with each other throughout the day and night, <br>but that couldn't be, so we would argue and say words to spite. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wanted to become a part of you, body and soul forever <br>and you felt the same, two as one and parting never. <br>Side by side we would have jumped from the highest mountain <br>holding hands, kissing and spiralling to our deaths for certain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I wasn’t with you I thought about you all the time, <br>but my jealousy was eating away deep inside my mind <br>and this was driving you further and further away from me, <br>but I loved you and wanted you more than could ever be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I realise now that my jealousy made you grow tired of me <br>and because of this I’m swimming far out to sea. <br>As I have now come to the end of looking back in time <br>my arms are aching, but I’m not looking behind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For hours now I've been swimming in this cold salty sea <br>my limbs aren't moving like they ought to be. <br>I still see your face my darling, but without you I cannot live <br>and yet I have so much love left in me to give. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve left an addressed letter to you in my hotel room, <br>it explains everything and I hope you get it soon. <br>So goodbye my dearest love I’m still thinking of you <br>and don’t blame yourself that I feel the way I do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Orlando+Belo">Orlando Belo</a><div class=q>
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