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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To C</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Callista: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your memory is with me <br>though you lay there smiling in dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I smell of the meal you cooked.<br>It is here, in the air, though it is long gone.<br>The sound of the music is in the walls; <br>Though it is silent but for your whispered breath.<br>Your sensitive eyes that, last night, looked on<br>With an invisible humor, are tight and smiling; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember those eyes and want them open now<br>Because they remind me of a home that I never knew.<br>There is a lovely pleasure in you, <br>That I do not even recognize; <br>It is all I can do to not hold you right now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though that is not enough. <br>And I can’t go back; <br>I don’t know what to do anymore.<br>Because you are sleeping and when you awake, <br>I lose my mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even now, as you lay making a perfume of my life, <br>I see you walking, changed, with lavender flowers in your hand.<br>All joy and humor replaced by a reckless drive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I miss you already, <br>Even as I watch you sleep and smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Scott+Underwood">Scott Underwood</a><div class=q>
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Your memory is with me 
though you lay there smiling in dream.

I smell of the meal you cooked.
It is here, in the air, though it is long gone.
The sound of the music is in the walls; 
Though it is silent but for your whispered brea..."></div>
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