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
- Hope
- English Poetry. George Eliot. How Lisa Loved the King. Джордж Элиот.
- The Hock-cart, or Harvest Home by Robert Herrick
- Sonnet 21 poem – John Milton poems
- Lucid Dreams by Talha Jafri
- Михаил Лермонтов – Всевышний произнес свой приговор
- Robert Burns: Hey, Ca’ Thro’ – Boat song:
- Savantism. by Walt Whitman
- Shivratri The Night Of Shiva While The Procession Passed At Ramesram
- As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre poem – A. E. Housman
- The First Part: Sonnet 10 – Fair Moon, who with thy cold and silver shine by William Drummond
- The Mother by Patrick Pearse
- Mary’s Son by Rudyard Kipling
- Robert Burns: The Gowden Locks Of Anna:
- To Victory by Siegfried Sassoon
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).
