In you a gentle beauty I do see.
You are my friend, but down deep in my heart
I celebrate your heart so silently.
Then I think of our eyes as pretty art
For in your letters of much honesty
I read their words as if I were a boy
Who wants to say with tears an cheerfully,
“Bring me my girl, I want to dance with joy.”
So you can see my seeing you is pure.
I have you as water clean, fresh, and divine,
But there is something I have not for sure;
If after this your wish is to be mine.
Your soul,yes, gladly gives her breath away
With every coming of the dawn of day.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Николай Некрасов – Влас
- My Lady in Her White Silk Shawl by Vachel Lindsay
- Федор Сологуб – Круг начертан, и Сивилла
- Юнна Мориц – Трудно светиться и петь не легко
- Владимир Бенедиктов – На гулянье
- sadness from the night by Raj Arumugam
- June by William Cullen Bryant
- The Harbour by Winifred Mary Letts
- Robert Burns: Pretty Peg:
- Николай Языков – Разбойники
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 01 – part 07 by Torquato Tasso
- four legs good, two legs bad by Raj Arumugam
- In Imitation of E. of Dorset : Artemisia poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- The Commination
- Verdad Innegable by Victoria Luisa Mora Paoli
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
