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
- Олег Бундур – Колыбельная для мамы
- On The Sea poem – John Keats poems
- Юрий Галансков – Утро
- Family Caregivers Have Promises to Keep
- Red Hanrahan’s Song About Ireland by William Butler Yeats
- The Sash by Sharon Olds
- Live for the moment, be in the present by Ramesh V Deshpande
- Гавриил Державин – Капнисту
- A Study Of Reading Habits by Philip Larkin
- Never Bite A Married Woman On The Thigh by Shel Silverstein
- Dedication poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Ballade Of Old Plays poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Watching Unto God In The Night Season by William Cowper
- Низами Гянджеви – Я долго шел по лугу лет
- Everything ends by Tanisha Avarsekar
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).