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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492854" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>She Says She Is Not The Fourth Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I give her the benefit of the doubt <br>Well, when I wrote that poem she was inside my head <br>And I dived as a submarine <br>Into a little sea of understanding <br>And she is the periscope </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are waves and <br>Some uncertain destinations </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where to go <br>Where to stop </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How to describe the places above land <br>And underwater </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was in my mind when I wrote that <br>And I gave her a lot of forms: <br>a bird, <br>a bat, <br>a dinosaur, <br>a fighter, <br>a warrior </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I was so sure about her, because <br>She once told me <br>About her agitations </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I got premonitions though that when she reads it <br>She will deny herself <br>The pleasure of seeing her own movie <br>Her own character in the game <br>That she loves and she is <br>Really into. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Indeed, she says she is not. <br>I give her <br>Due process. She may not be that fourth woman <br>But to my mind </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she is and she giggles in my brain </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she even asks me: how much is that brain? <br>That pound of flesh? Did you buy me respect? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darling, my brain is yours through and through <br>My flesh is just a finger away, a lip away, a tongue away </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Respect is not for sale, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is earned </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with time, and <br>Honesty <br>To feelings </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, I give respect you respect. <br>You are that fourth woman. <br>You are the woman of my life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I appear to you naked. <br>Touch me. Feel me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be honest. <br>Say that you love me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell me that you care. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am your submarine. You will be my sea and I will not be afraid </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of uncertain destinations. I am bound to be lost anyway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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Well, when I wrote that poem she was inside my head 
And I dived as a submarine 
Into a little sea of understanding 
And she is the periscope 

There are waves and 
Some uncertain destinations 

Where to go 
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