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
- Tithonus
- Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood by William Cullen Bryant
- English Poetry. Richard Hovey. The Old Pine. Ричард Хави.
- Song, by a Person of Quality poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Ольга Седакова – Памяти одной старухи
- The Ballad Of Father O’Hart by William Butler Yeats
- Наум Коржавин – Иван Калита
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Е. А. Карлгоф
- I Come From There by Mahmoud Darwish
- Aliter poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Ye Mariners of England by Thomas Campbell
- After Apple-Picking by Robert Frost
- Couplet 11 poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Country Of Marriage by Wendell Berry
- The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes by William Butler Yeats
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).
