somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, I and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
Listen to my heart as it screams your name.
Look into my eyes as you fix the pain.
<I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
<Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
