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 are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
