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
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
