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
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
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
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
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
