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
- Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter by Robert Frost
- it flows by Raj Arumugam
- Sounds of your love poem – Andrew Vassell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Иван Бунин – Беру твою руку и долго смотрю
- At A Solemn Musick poem – John Milton poems
- Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan by William Shakespeare
- Hyperion. Book I poem – John Keats poems
- Acts Of Love
- On His Eightieth Birthday by Walter Savage Landor
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Пытки
- Robert Burns: Up In The Morning Early:
- Eternity by William Blake
- The Furl of Fresh-Leaved Dogrose Down poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Robert Burns: I Reign In Jeanie’s Bosom:
- Shelley’s Death poem – Alfred Austin
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).
