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
- Владимир Степанов – Барби (Буква Б)
- music.html
- Christian poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Hymn To Death by William Cullen Bryant
- Олег Бундур – Лагуна
- Great Men Have Been Among Us by William Wordsworth
- Sohni and her love Mahinwal by Raj Arumugam
- Юнна Мориц – Смелый гусь
- Epitaph In Three Parts by Sylvia Plath
- night_piece.html
- Book Seventh [Residence in London] by William Wordsworth
- For The Record
- Владимир Костров – Сверстницам
- Songwriting Tip – Structure of a Pop Song
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Близ берегов
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).
