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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>She</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We had been going steady for over a year<br>and she assumed a wedding was near.<br>But I was too young and enjoyed my life, <br>and wasn’t ready just yet to take a wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though two years younger at seventeen<br>she was the most sensitive girl I’d ever seen.<br>If we argued she would openly weep, <br>she worked me well, even in my sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She filled my mind when I wasn’t with her, <br>she was my Cleopatra, my Mona Lisa.<br>I shared her insatiable appetite for sex<br>and never knew when it would happen next.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She spoke of children and wedding rings, <br>detached houses, and domestic things.<br>I didn’t actually say that I didn’t disagree, <br>which really was ambiguous of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My job required me to spend two weeks away, <br>so she went to her aunts for a holiday.<br>By phone we kept in touch whilst we were apart, <br>separation hurt, but it was good for the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On our reunion she was sheepish and coy, <br>her conscience was going to end my joy.<br>She had met an old friend whilst she was away<br>and was sorry for three nights on her holiday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She said she was lonely and missed my touch, <br>and would I forgive her, she loved me so much.<br>At that moment I realised how much I loved her, <br>but I was suffering the curse of a betrayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She apologised and said it wouldn’t happen again, <br>but my heart was broken and I felt sick with pain.<br>Why did she do it, we were only two weeks apart? <br>She wept and pleaded, we could make a new start.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was impossible, she had betrayed my trust, <br>our relationship was over because of her lust.<br>'Go back to the one you had slept with, ' I said, <br>'you were both eager enough to share a bed.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She found herself pregnant as a result of her fling<br>and persuaded the father to do the right thing.<br>I didn’t get to know him and he didn’t know me, <br>but for a while we worked for the same company.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A friend of us both told me the child was mine, <br>but did she say that to play with my mind? <br>When I did get the chance to speak with her, <br>she wouldn't say who was the father.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A few years later I heard her husband had died, <br>but I was married then and my hands were tied.<br>Even now I’m divorced, my curiosity’s still there, <br>did that child have auburn wavy hair?</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 she assumed a wedding was near.
But I was too young and enjoyed my life, 
and wasn’t ready just yet to take a wife.

Though two years younger at seventeen
she was the most sensitive girl I’d ever se..."></div>
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