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
- Farmer’s Son by William Barnes
- Алексей Толстой – Тебя так любят все
- When ‘Omer Smote ‘Is Bloomin’ Lyre by Rudyard Kipling
- Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight by William Wordsworth
- The Bombardment poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Epitaph on Captain Lascelles by Robert Burns
- Шекспир – Люблю твои глаза – Сонет 132
- A River Flows Underground by Satish Verma
- Владимир Британишский – Девятое января
- Athens Stone Of Sapphire Of Ground The Ring
- Mine and Thine by William Morris
- The Silkworm by William Cowper
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Москва майская
- Mystic by Sylvia Plath
- Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love by Rainer Maria Rilke
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).
