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Life is understanding
Contributed by
holy
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Sunday, 6th July 2008 @ 02:45:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Life is understanding
Finally,
you broke fresh ground,
"I am used to that kind of life with freedom,
I am afraid if I will unaccustomed to a life of bondage,
I don't know if I can succeed or not,
but let me chance it."
Yesterday,
our mother said there was a chance to sell the motor tricycle,
You cleaned it and answered,
"I see it like a member of our family,
I want give it a good store."
I am very prond of you,
every thing used by you is always your ewe lamb,
I admire your behaviour.
I can tell you frankly,
having admiration for your conduct,
resulted in my love for you.
"In love,
one always begins by deceiving oneself,
and one always ends by deceiving others,
that is what the world calls romance."
I read it in some book or other,
I can't follow it all the world.
After we married,
we get on very well together,
we always open out a good deal with each other,
because we see life is understanding.
Really,
we must learn to be tolerant and always suffer something gladly.
For,
we know our love is valuable,
it is enough for us to have the only once.
Whatever will happen,
we will still think our choices are right.
I am very happy with you,
our fates are inextricably joined......
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Re: Life is understanding
(User Rating: 1 ) by elle on
Sunday, 6th July 2008 @ 10:28:32 PM AEST (User
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I am accustomed to so much freedom. . . enough to mistake & then to seek. I am modest to your consort with understanding, & humbly remark upon the beauty you project disguised as angst. . . your writing so often cradles the love & now the understanding, too. no doubt you enjoy much happiness enveloped in & also apart from every thing. this is lovely. . . peace. elle |
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