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
- TEMPORARY AND NOW by PEGGY AYLSWORTH
- Огюст Барбье – Видимость
- Владимир Маяковский – Тревога
- Miss Loo by Walter de la Mare
- Омар Хайям – Не бойтесь дарить согревающих слов
- Colonel Martin by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: Tam O’ Shanter: A Tale
- Absolute Divine by Nithin Purple
- Галина Гампер – Здесь сегодня все пошло с молотка
- Epitaph On H. Walmsley, Esq., by William Lisle Bowles
- Telephone Conversation by Wole Soyinka
- Юрий Галансков – Человеческий манифест
- YOU by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- The Convoy by Stephenie Tucker
- Jewels Should Sparkle Daily by Ronald G. Auguste
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).
