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
- Аля Кудряшева – Зима застыла среди теней
- Sepukku
- Юрий Верховский – Рождественскою ночью
- How to Earn Money Writing and Selling Books
- Владимир Маяковский – Смотри, чтоб праздник перешел и в будни
- La Figlia che Piange by T. S. Eliot
- Юлий Даниэль – Часовой
- “The Girt Woak Tree That’s In the Dell” by William Barnes
- The Fallen Elm poem – Alfred Austin
- shivering wind by Steve Troyanovich
- children039s_eyes.html
- Михаил Кузмин – Я знаю вас не понаслышке
- Ballades V – Of His Choice Of A Sepulchre poem – Andrew Lang poems
- “My soul is sunk in all–suffusing shame” poem – Alfred Austin
- Dove in the Arch by Robert Desnos
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).
