poetrytears hanging under my eyelashes
im watcing ur way in the path of clowds
dominic my reallity
He is good,maybe ugly.
I love you
I love you when you are laughing
Yeah, we are on the way.
Isn`t it great when you`re on the way?<br /> Why on earth we should measure <br /> The distance that we`ve traveled<br /> The distance that`s yet to be traversed?<br /> Isn`t
A Special World
A special world for you and me
Give Back My Glove
I did not kill my lovely wife. I did not slash her with a knife. I did not bonk her on the head. I did not know that she was dead.I stayed at home that fateful night. I took a cab, then took a flight.
A Pretty Woman
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,And the blue eyeDear and dewy,And that infantine fresh air of hers!To think men cannot take you, Sweet,And enfold you,Ay, and hold you,And so keep you what they
A Divine Rapture
E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks, That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks, Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
A Valentine to My Wife
Accept, dear girl, this little token, And if between the lines you seek, You'll find the love I've often spoken— The love my dying lips shall speak. Our little ones are making merry O'er
A Song of Love
Hey, rose, just bornTwin to a thorn;Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?Sweet eyes that smiled,Now wet and wild:O Eye and Tear- mother and child.Well: Love and PainBe kinfolks twain;Yet would, Oh
Batter My Heart
Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, youAs yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bendYour force, to break, blow, burn and make me new.I,
I Love You
When April bends above meAnd finds me fast asleepDust need not keep the secretA live heart died to keep.When April tells the thrushes,The meadow-larks will know,And pipe the three words lightlyTo all
If
If life were but a dream, my Love,And death the waking time;If day had not a beam, my Love,And night had not a rhyme, --A barren, barren world were thisWithout one saving gleam;I'd only ask that with
The Dream
Love, if I weep it will not matter, And if you laugh I shall not care;Foolish am I to think about it, But it is good to feel you there. Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking, -- White and awful the
Meeting at Night
1The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And
Jenny Kissed Me
Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in. Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I'm weary, say I'm sad; Say that health and wealth
Season of Love
When Spring in sunny woodland lay, And gilded buds were sparely setOn oak tree and the thorny may, I gave my love a violet."O Love," she said, and kissed my mouth With one light, tender maiden
A Dream Girl
You will come one day in a waver of love,Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,The tan of the sun will be on your skin,The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,You will pose with a hill-flower
To Harriet
Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world,Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn? Whose is the warm and partial praise, Virtue's most sweet reward?Beneath whose looks did my
Love and Friendship
Love is like the wild rose-briar,Friendship like the holly-tree—The holly is dark when the rose-briar bloomsBut which will bloom most constantly?The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,Its summer
