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
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
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.
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
