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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483180" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If I Ever Say I Love You It Will Be Politely</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll never say 'I love you' to another woman.<br>Those words that burst first time so full, deliciously, <br>of joy, of gratitude at the sharing of an act of 'love'.<br>I don't seek, or long to hear, those same words said to me.<br>I don't know, have never known, I think, <br>their meaning.<br>But once said they must, at any opportunity, <br>be repeated until devalued to worthlessness.<br>'I love you', for each Christmas and every Birthday.<br>For Valentine's Days, 'I love you'.<br>For Wedding Day and First Date Day, ' I love you'.<br>For First Day of Joining in Mutually Consensual Sexual Intercourse, <br>'I love you'.<br>For Saturday nights, 'I love you'.<br>For ironed shirt or sewed on button, <br>for apple pie or ruined roast, <br>for diddums snookums burny finger, <br>'I love you'! <br>And then, when one has been angered, <br>or hurt, been brought to tears, <br>we make it right, with, 'You know I love you.'<br>You know I love you? <br>When cruelty of word or deed has cut so deep? <br>You know I love you? <br>But, if those words, withheld by truce, are never spoken once, <br>they are never spoken to excess.<br>Never spoken to where one has heard it all before.<br>To where one thinks the other said uncaringly, <br>'I love you.'<br>Or even worse, that it was they, themselves, <br>who lied with their, 'I love you.'<br>When those words are withheld by agreement, <br>by will of tender truce, <br>then no longer does lazy, thoughtless, <br>carelessness of, 'I love you', <br>suffice for depth of feeling, or<br>'You know I love you', for remorse.<br>For those words become the way of apathy<br>and, when refused to glibly uttering tongues, <br>must be replaced with something else.<br>With something, surely, more full of caring.<br>And, whether by a difference in glance or touch<br>or tone of voice or smile or kiss, <br>replaced with something from within.<br>With some thoughtful thing, perhaps, <br>of meaning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Red+O%27Mara">Red O'Mara</a><div class=q>
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Those words that burst first time so full, deliciously, 
of joy, of gratitude at the sharing of an act of 'love'.
I don't seek, or long to hear, those same words said to me.
I don't know, have never kn..."></div>
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