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
- The Ghost’s Leavetaking by Sylvia Plath
- Tinker Jack And The Tidy Wives by Sylvia Plath
- Mother Nature by Walter William Safar
- When I Looked At You by Patrick Neo Mabiletsa
- To E. Fitzgerald: Tiresias poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Epistle to James Tennant of Glenconner by Robert Burns
- Lament For The Two Brothers Slain By Each Others Hand
- Farewell To Italy poem – Alfred Austin
- A Poplar and the Moon by Siegfried Sassoon
- Kalli
- The Beggar by William Ellery Leonard
- Domestic Peace by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Вероника Тушнова – Зеркало
- Sonnet 08
- I Call Your Name In My Heart by Samuel Stephen Wakdok
Some external links:
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).
