<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534083" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>And so it ends</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so it ends,<br>We who were lovers may be friends.<br>I have some weeks in which to steel<br>My heart and teach myself to feel<br>Only a sober tenderness<br>Where once was passion's loveliness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had not thought that there would come<br>Your touch to make our music dumb,<br>Your meeting touch upon the string<br>That still was vibrant, still could sing<br>When I impatiently might wait<br>Or parted from you at the gate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You took me weak and unprepared.<br>I had not thought that you who shared<br>My days, my nights, my heart, my life,<br>Would slash me with a naked knife<br>And gently tell me not to bleed<br>But to accept your crazy creed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You speak of God, but you have cut <br>The one last thread, as you have shut<br>The one last door that open stood<br>To show me still the way to God.<br>If this be God, this pain, this evil,<br>I'd sooner change and try the Devil. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darling, I thought of nothing mean;<br>I thought of killing straight and clean.<br>You're safe; that's gone, that wild caprice,<br>But tell me once before I cease,<br>Which does your Church esteem the kinder role,<br>To kill the body or destroy the soul?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victoria+Sackville-West">Victoria Sackville-West</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534083" data-title="And so it ends de Victoria Sackville-West" data-description="And so it ends, We who were lovers may be friends. I have some weeks in which to steel My heart and teach myself to feel Only a sober tenderness Where once was passion's loveliness. I had not thought that there would come Your touch to make our m..."></div> </div> </div>

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