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
- Welcome To My World © by Shannen Wrass
- Олег Григорьев – Мазохисту на лавке
- A Study by Wang Wei
- Владимир Британишский – На полпути в Илимск
- Death Sir Henry Wootton
- Epitaph for Robert Aiken by Robert Burns
- Great-Heart by Rudyard Kipling
- This Living Hand poem – John Keats poems
- Ольга Ермолаева – На каблуках-то и то к голове удалой
- Константин Бальмонт – Над морем
- Intorduction to the Songs of Experience by William Blake
- On The Death Of A Favourite Cat, Drowned In A Tub Of Gold Fishes by Thomas Gray
- motionless_body.html
- Long Odds poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Boat Song—Hey, Ca’ Thro’ by Robert Burns
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).