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 Unchanging by Sara Teasdale
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Земля
- Dreams poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: Down The Burn, Davie:
- Red Roses by Nithin Purple
- To Be Carved On A Stone At Thoor Ballylee by William Butler Yeats
- Oh, Is It Love? poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Омар Хайям – Не устану в неверном театре теней
- To Charles Cowden Clarke poem – John Keats poems
- Василий Казин – На могиле матери
- Sonnet Xiv
- SURVIVAL by Satish Verma
- Amy Margaret’s Five Year Old by William Allingham
- The Midnight Mass
- Вероника Тушнова – Я одна тебя любить умею
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).
