<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pleasures Of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not care for kisses. 'Tis a debt<br>We paid for the first privilege of love.<br>These are the rains of April which have wet<br>Our fallow hearts and forced their germs to move.<br>Now the green corn has sprouted. Each new day<br>Brings better pleasures, a more dear surprise,<br>The blade, the ear, the harvest--and our way<br>Leads through a region wealthy grown and wise.<br>We now compare our fortunes. Each his store<br>Displays to kindred eyes of garnered grain,<br>Two happy farmers, learned in love's lore,<br>Who weigh and touch and argue and complain--<br>Dear endless argument! Yet sometimes we<br>Even as we argue kiss. There! Let it be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</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=536663" data-title="The Pleasures Of Love de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="I do not care for kisses. 'Tis a debt We paid for the first privilege of love. These are the rains of April which have wet Our fallow hearts and forced their germs to move. Now the green corn has sprouted. Each new day Brings better pleasures, a m..."></div> </div> </div>

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