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 wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
