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
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
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
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
