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
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
