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
- alexander.html
- From The Italian Of Michael Angelo by William Wordsworth
- Resurgam
- Николай Тихонов – Даль полевая, как при Калите
- The Quest poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Владимир Набоков – Путь
- Sonnet Ix
- Candle Lord
- Responsibilities; Introduction by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Высоцкий – Я всё чаще думаю о судьях
- Robert Burns: Poortith Cauld And Restless Love:
- Владимир Луговской – Обращение
- Impromptu, to Lady Winchelsea poem – Alexander Pope
- On Flatteries (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Низами Гянджеви – Розу пологом колючим
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).
