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
- The Fall of Jock Gillespie by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Британишский – Баня Быстрицкого
- The Gateway
- Sumter In Ruins by William Gilmore Simms
- The Laird Of Waristoun poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Николай Гумилев – Мадагаскар
- Владимир Корнилов – Белые слоны
- Robert Burns: Thou Fair Eliza:
- Monday by Vishü Rita Krocha
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- Remembrance poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Orion
- In The Pass Of Killicranky by William Wordsworth
- Николай Заболоцкий – Голубиная книга
- Юлий Даниэль – Друзьям
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).
