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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497492" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When They Got Married</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">he was 35 and she was 33<br>he confessed and she said yes<br>they preferred a small chapel<br>so there will be lesser guests</div><div style="margin:10px 0">enters the lady of discord<br>hmmm she says this marriage<br>will last for only two years<br>the two will surely split</div><div style="margin:10px 0">reasons and more reasons<br>but the lady has a story to tell<br>she had pre-marital sex<br>lived with her man for only a year<br>and since then she hopped<br>like lady grasshopper from <br>one shrub to another</div><div style="margin:10px 0">today we are on the twelfth year<br>of being married and being just<br>together<br>and we think about this love <br>that we want to last</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is not about time anymore<br>or marriage as an institution<br>or what our friend and relatives may say<br>this is not about the bed and board<br>this is not about sex<br>or compulsory support<br>or the fear of having to face<br>a family court for a legal separation<br>or annulment of this union</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no, this is beyond all the predictions<br>and patterns of <br>a broken home<br>of today's phenomenon<br>where separation had become<br>a rule and we <br>are but the few exceptions</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this had nothing to do<br>with battered wives<br>or henpecked husbands<br>or flying frying pans<br>and shattered wine glasses<br>unanswered emails<br>lonely breakfasts<br>late dinners<br>concealed bank accounts<br>unaccounted expenses<br>dreamhouses<br>and car change<br>and shortchanging<br>and hidden motives<br>inheritance and succession<br>dislike of poetry<br>and thrown plants<br>and broken pots</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is not about desire anymore<br>of bodies that wrinkle and shrink<br>this is not about modelling<br>not about a vision even of looking<br>at ourselves with fear<br>and forcing our eyes to a common direction</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is about love<br>it lasts and it takes us<br>through time that trickles<br>like rain and we do not even <br>know for how long</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we just love<br>being together to places where we have not been yet<br>and back to places where we made memories<br>and to this place<br>where we are at home again<br>this heart<br>us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">today we invited the lady of discord<br>she will come<br>how i like to see her smile<br>and i guess it must be dry</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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he confessed and she said yes
they preferred a small chapel
so there will be lesser guests

enters the lady of discord
hmmm she says this marriage
will last for only two years
the two will surely split

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