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
- Robert Burns: Grace Before And After Meat :
- Николай Языков – Сказка о пастухе и диком вепре
- Who Says Words With My Mouth? by Rumi
- The Shadowy Waters: The Harp of Aengus by William Butler Yeats
- The Eye-Mote by Sylvia Plath
- Кондратий Рылеев – Любовь к отчизне
- Books poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- In Jerusalem by Mahmoud Darwish
- Valgovinds Song In The Spring
- Beautiful Balmoral by William Topaz McGonagall
- America by Walter William Safar
- The Dying Christian to His Soul poem – Alexander Pope
- Жан Расин – Андромаха
- Владимир Британишский – В чащобах памяти кого не встретишь вдруг
- Robert Burns: The Lass That Made The Bed To Me :
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).
