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
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
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,
