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
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
