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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jacqueminots</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I MAY not speak in words, dear, but let my words be flowers, <br>To tell their crimson secret in leaves of fragrant fire; <br>They plead for smiles and kisses as summer fields for showers, <br>And every purple veinlet thrills with exquisite desire.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O, let me see the glance, dear, the gleam of soft confession<br>You give my amorous roses for the tender hope they prove; <br>And press their heart-leaves back, love, to drink their deeper passion,<br>For their sweetest, wildest perfume is the whisper of my love!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My roses, tell her, pleading, all the fondness and the sighing, <br>All the longing of a heart that reaches thirsting for its bliss; <br>And tell her, tell her, roses, that my lips and eyes are dying<br>For the melting of her love-look and the rapture of her kiss.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</a></strong></div>

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