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
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
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
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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