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
- Conversation 23: On Cause by Rosmarie Waldrop
- Владимир Корнилов – Беатриче
- Gehazi by Rudyard Kipling
- Омар Хайям – Если гурия страстно целует в уста
- Montefiore poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ольга Берггольц – Огонь, и воду, и медные трубы
- Sometimes by Vinko Kalinić
- Wisteria by Philip Levine
- Song Of Jasoda
- Robert Burns: Epigram On Rough Roads:
- For Someone, Somewhere, In Relation by Shaunna Harper
- Robert Burns: To A Louse: On Seeing One On A Lady’s Bonnet, At Church
- Юлиан Анисимов – Камнем сгрудилась комната
- Николай Гербель – Меня преследует какой-то демон злой
- Tears, Idle Tears poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
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).
