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
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- Adelgitha by Thomas Campbell
- different lovers by Raj Arumugam
- Шекспир – Чтобы стихи, рожденные когда-то – Сонет 38
- A Man Young And Old: IV. The Death Of The Hare by William Butler Yeats
- Waste Land – A Thorough History of Humanity
- Юрий Верховский – Как раненый олень кидается в поток
- To One False In Love by Sappho
- the_emigrant.html
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 56. Томас Мур.
- Олег Бундур – Тревожное время
- Epitaph On An Infant. by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- On His Grotto at Twickenham poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Олег Григорьев – Мотылек
- Free Men Of God by John Oxenham
- Ольга Берггольц – Песня дочери
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