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 Deserter by Winifred Mary Letts
- This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Корнилов – Лермонтов
- Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun by William Shakespeare
- America by Robert Creeley
- Омар Хайям – Меняем реки, страны, города
- Владимир Высоцкий – Надо с кем-то рассорить кого-то
- In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen by William Butler Yeats
- Chaplain To The Forces by Winifred Mary Letts
- The Easter Decorations
- Олег Григорьев – Цель жизни
- To Gnedich poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Sonnet 05
- Adieu poem – Yuvraj Johri poems | Poetry Monster
- Sonnet On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again poem – John Keats poems
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