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 believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
