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
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
