<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=558922" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Love's Memory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two thousand seven, two eight less one, <br>In gusts of lust the deed was done.<br>Quenched at length, sans innocence; <br>Her kin’s dissent fell vainly pled<br>Husband and wife were wholly wed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But oh! Yet prior to their vows made ripened, <br>And at the curious wife’s behest, <br>All confidence and trust, by guile, was broken <br>Gutted by a stranger’s kiss.<br>Though wed, wife’s life remained unchanged<br>Her husband’s heart was n'er the same.<br>Love promised haven nonetheless<br>…Yet delivered just a little less.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wife’s words reduced to meaning less.<br>Words flowed profuse… but meaningless.<br>Exposed the wife’s core faithlessness.<br>And of wife’s nuptial promises? <br>- Those vows she did so bold profess! - <br>…She delivered just a little less.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Husband’s faith renewed through solitude, <br>Wife’s waxed and waned in fitful moods.<br>Husband, born to sing alone, <br>Reborn to sing his song alone<br>Wife, born to sing the siren’s song </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love promised haven nonetheless<br>…Or maybe just a little less.<br>Love promised haven nonetheless…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">…A brief respite … no more, no less.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jr.+Alto+Lee+Thomas">Jr. Alto Lee Thomas</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=558922" data-title="In Love's Memory de Jr. Alto Lee Thomas" data-description="Two thousand seven, two eight less one, In gusts of lust the deed was done. Quenched at length, sans innocence; Her kin’s dissent fell vainly pled Husband and wife were wholly wed. But oh! Yet prior to their vows made ripened, And at the cur..."></div> </div> </div>

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