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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473027" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rebecca</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Past loves you always remember <br>and Rebecca I’ve never forgot. <br>It was in May when we first met, <br>and the days were unusually hot. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were both sixteen and innocent, <br>and love’s spark grew into a flame. <br>Desire and passion overwhelmed us, <br>and our deepest love was to blame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Early evenings we spent together <br>and most of our weekend days. <br>We made love wherever we could, <br>and in so many different ways. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At eighteen she wanted to marry, <br>but I said we were too young. <br>She of course didn’t agree <br>and of course I was wrong. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We fell out and didn’t see each other <br>for maybe a week or more, <br>and then we both apologised, <br>and made love like never before. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our relationship became a volcano <br>in every sense of the word. <br>One moment all was calm and beautiful, <br>and then, eruptions could be heard. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Following another reconciliation <br>we decided to go our separate ways. <br>This time there was no going back; <br>there were no more loving days. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She soon found another lover, <br>and got married without delay. <br>Nine months after our separation <br>a baby had come her way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because she made no contact <br>I assumed the baby wasn’t mine. <br>I never thought any more about it, <br>and my life was ticking over fine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two years later we met by accident <br>and I asked if the child was mine. <br>With a grin she changed the subject, <br>so the answer I couldn’t find. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">After forty years had passed, <br>Rebecca knocked at my door, <br>and said the woman by her side <br>is the daughter I should adore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Well! After all this time, ” I said, <br>“how do I know it’s true? ” <br>“Just look at her, ” she said, <br>“she’s the spitting image of you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I brought her here to see you <br>because she seemed to know <br>that her dad wasn’t her father, <br>and she repeatedly told me so. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She pleaded with me to tell the truth <br>and since my husband recently died. <br>I felt that I had to tell her about you, <br>and apologised for all the years I lied. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It would’ve broken my husband’s heart <br>if he had found out that I had lied, <br>and so I had to explain to my daughter <br>why I thought the lie was justified.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“What a shock! I don’t know what to say, <br>or come to that, what to do. <br>I better begin by saying, <br>“Hello daughter, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”</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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and Rebecca I’ve never forgot. 
It was in May when we first met, 
and the days were unusually hot. 

We were both sixteen and innocent, 
and love’s spark grew into a flame. 
Desire and passion overwhelmed us, 
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