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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528047" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Time to Lose.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was there <br>in the church <br>arranging the flowers </div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the altar end <br>where her mother said <br>she'd be when you knock </div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the parsonage door <br>some moments back <br>and you entered </div><div style="margin:10px 0">through the old oak door <br>into the silence <br>and smell of age and flowers </div><div style="margin:10px 0">seeing her <br>in her summer dress <br>unaware you stood there </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her hands touching <br>flowers in vases <br>moving them into place </div><div style="margin:10px 0">an intenseness <br>on her face <br>you moved slowly </div><div style="margin:10px 0">down the aisle <br>not wanting to disturb <br>or cause alarm </div><div style="margin:10px 0">then Jane turned <br>and smiled and said <br>I've nearly done </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and tapped the flowers <br>in the final place <br>Where shall we go? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You moved closer <br>to where she stood <br>and said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Heaven <br>if we're good <br>they say </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she shook her head <br>and said <br>I meant where </div><div style="margin:10px 0">about outside? <br>Wherever you like <br>you replied </div><div style="margin:10px 0">studying her hands <br>as she wiped them <br>on her summer dress </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how the fingers lay <br>how some god <br>brought them </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to such beauty <br>and her eyes <br>and hair </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and her <br>just standing there <br>enough </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you mused inside <br>not out <br>to bring one to a faith </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of some creative god <br>and she said <br>Why do you stare? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What holds you <br>rooted there? <br>Let's go climb </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the Downs and look across <br>the vast expanse <br>of fields and trees </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and birds in air <br>just you and me <br>and this love </div><div style="margin:10px 0">just being there <br>Oh how romantic a mood <br>holds you today </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she said and put her arm <br>through yours <br>and moved you on </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and down the aisle <br>between the pews <br>unaware as youth </div><div style="margin:10px 0">too often does <br>of hours passing <br>and having time to lose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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in the church 
arranging the flowers 

at the altar end 
where her mother said 
she'd be when you knock 

at the parsonage door 
some moments back 
and you entered 

through the old oak door 
into the silence 
and smell of age and f..."></div>
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