And so your lips provoking me to sweat.
Your eyes that make the ones of others dirt.
And when you wet, it`s nothing I have met.
You make the rose with human feelings hurt.
But this`s not all; I have to tell your chest
That is, my dear, worth of an angel`s face.
What crazy man on it not wanting rest
Your rear be touched with more than earthly grace.
I`m sorry, bird, her voice makes yours too small.
The painter cries; her lines he cannot paint.
Who made you, woman, so entirely tall?
Oh, God! Who else can really this attain?
Who`s there to say you`re not divine? Tell me!
Your much amaze my human eyes, Lady!
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Олег Бундур – Разговор
- Sonnet Ix
- In Memoriam 16: I envy not in any moods poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Омар Хайям – Друг, умей от пустой суеты отличать
- Владимир Британишский – Инициалы: Д.Я
- Covenent by Rudyard Kipling
- Parting by William Butler Yeats
- once_was_a_singer_for_god_remembering_nekia.html
- One Step Backward Taken by Robert Frost
- The Holy Tree
- There Pass the Careless People poem – A. E. Housman
- Юрий Левитанский – Иронический человек
- Иван Киуру – Ершок с вершок
- The Giver by Sara Teasdale
- Telescope by Mark R Slaughter
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).
