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
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
The happiest day of my life
Was when I first laid eyes on you
For you were like a
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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