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 Song Of The Old Mother by William Butler Yeats
- Карие глазки, длинные ноги
- Southern Sunrise by Sylvia Plath
- For P’ei Ti by Wang Wei
- Sonnet 151: Love is too young to know what conscience is by William Shakespeare
- Федор Сологуб – Побеждайте радость
- Владимир Костров – Старый сюжет
- Валерий Брюсов – Город сестер любви видение
- Untitled XX by Yunus Emre
- Василий Жуковский – Библия
- My Heart Screams by Roberto Cocina
- Вера Звягинцева – На смерть Есенина
- Владимир Высоцкий – Ох, где был я вчера
- The Garden by Tammy L. Ames
- Sonnet # 10 by Luis A. Estable
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).
