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
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
