After today, he thought<\/p>\n
the world will never be quite the same<\/p>\n
she swam across the pond<\/p>\n
and danced like Amphritite onto the sand<\/p>\n
he envied the water drops that caressed her lissome curves<\/p>\n
the sun kissing her golden hair<\/p>\n
and wind that stroked without shame<\/p>\n
a virgin ripe and innocent<\/p>\n
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he would not pluck her guileless nature<\/p>\n
destroy the naivety that held his sway<\/p>\n
lest the harvest wring a momentary gratification<\/p>\n
and a lifetime of regrets.<\/p>\n
her innocent nature laid bare his soul<\/p>\n
he would let love enter there<\/p>\n
and in the ensuing pursuit and trade<\/p>\n
of heart and soul and mind<\/p>\n
eternal pleasure would ebb and flow<\/p>\n
on the time and tides where fidelity endures<\/p>\n
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Inspired by the last line of the book Pillars of the Earth<\/em> by Ken Follett. “After today, he thought, the world will never be quite the same.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" After today, he thought the world will never be quite the same she swam across the pond and danced like Amphritite onto the sand he envied the water drops that caressed her lissome curves the sun kissing her golden hair and wind that stroked without…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1273,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-56212","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56212","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1273"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=56212"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56212\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":58058,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56212\/revisions\/58058"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=56212"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=56212"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=56212"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}