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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506942" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Lover's Confession</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When people tell me they have loved<br>But once in youth,<br>I wonder, are they always moved<br>To speak the truth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not that they wilfully deceive:<br>They fondly cherish<br>A constancy which they would grieve<br>To think might perish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They cherish it until they think<br>`Twas always theirs.<br>So, if the truth they sometimes blink,<br>`Tis unawares.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet unawares, I must profess,<br>They do deceive<br>Themselves, and those who questionless<br>Their tale believe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I have loved, I freely own,<br>A score of times,<br>And woven, out of love alone,<br>A hundred rhymes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Boys will be fickle. Yet, when all<br>Is said and done,<br>I was not one whom you could call<br>A flirt--not one</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of those who into three or four<br>Their hearts divide.<br>My queens came singly to the door,<br>Not side by side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each, while she reigned, possessed alone<br>My spirit loyal,<br>Then left an undisputed throne<br>To one more royal,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To one more fair in form and face<br>Sweeter and stronger,<br>Who filled the throne with truer grace,<br>And filled it longer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, love by love, they came and passed,<br>These loves of mine,<br>And each one brighter than the last<br>Their lights did shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until--but am I not too free,<br>Most courteous stranger,<br>With secrets which belong to me?<br>There is a danger.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until, I say, the perfect love,<br>The last, the best,<br>Like flame descending from above,<br>Kindled my breast,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kindled my breast like ardent flame,<br>With quenchless glow.<br>I knew not love until it came,<br>But now I know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You smile. The twenty loves before<br>Were each in turn,<br>You say, the final flame that o'er<br>My soul should burn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smile on, my friend. I will not say<br>You have no reason;<br>But if the love I feel to-day<br>Depart, `tis treason!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If this depart, not once again<br>Will I on paper<br>Declare the loves that waste and wane,<br>Like some poor taper.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, no! This flame, I cannot doubt,<br>Despite your laughter,<br>Will burn till Death shall put it out,<br>And may be after.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Fuller+Murray">Robert Fuller Murray</a><div class=q>
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But once in youth,
I wonder, are they always moved
To speak the truth?

Not that they wilfully deceive:
They fondly cherish
A constancy which they would grieve
To think might perish.

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