somewhere I have never traveled, 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
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
