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
- Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling
- Николай Заболоцкий – Читайте, деревья, стихи Гезиода
- A Prayer For My Son by William Butler Yeats
- Orlando Furioso Canto 8 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Валерий Брюсов – Дворец любви
- Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 4. by William Cowper
- Eve by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Aspirations Of The Soul After God by William Cowper
- Tim, An Irish Terrier by Winifred Mary Letts
- At Oxford by William Lisle Bowles
- Юрий Галансков – Рванулось пламя из ствола
- Summer poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Not To Keep by Robert Frost
- Somebody Has To by Shel Silverstein
- To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent poem – John Keats poems
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).