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
- Василий Казин – Ну, тебя ль, далекая
- He Said To by Marvin Bell
- Cabbage
- View From The Top Of Black Comb by William Wordsworth
- Platonick Love
- To a Gentleman on His Voyage to Great-Britain by Phillis Wheatley
- Ballades I – To Theocritus, In Winter poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Низами Гянджеви – Спать не стоит
- Илья Эренбург – Я не трубач, труба
- Parnell’s Funeral by William Butler Yeats
- Street Circus poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- To John Keats poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Soul’s Prayer by Sarojini Naidu
- Lover’s Gifts LVI: The Evening Was Lonely by Rabindranath Tagore
- The house where I was born (01) by Yves Bonnefoy
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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).
