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
- Лебедев-Кумач – Священная война: стих “Вставай, страна огромная”, текст песни на Poetry Monster
- in_between_the_strophes.html
- Николай Гумилев – На Дуксе ли, на Бенце ль я
- He Reproves The Curlew by William Butler Yeats
- A Grace after Meat by Robert Burns
- Олег Бундур – Вращения
- Robert Burns: Montgomerie’s Peggy:
- Objector by William Stafford
- Федор Сологуб – Лихо
- Lapr S Midi Dun Faune
- Soil by Roger McGough
- A Week by Thomas Hardy
- The Death Bed by Thomas Hood
- Elixer Vitæ poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Broken Appointment by Thomas Hardy
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).
