Sweetly gentle, beautiful night,
Please breathe me a dream
Of him I love... Please gift me the sight,
And let me take pleasure: a caress, a kiss.
Sing me a song of infinite peace:
A lullaby woven with gossamer threads
Of that lovely voice belonging to him...
That I might with sweetness be truly comforted.
And if I would stare at stars high above,
Please have him connect with my soul in that sky...
I wish we'd be looking as one, though apart...
A spirit communion, from mine to his heart.
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Read my Eyes
Poetry“The tongue in flattering falsehood deals, and tells a tale it never feels; deceit the guilty lips impart, and hush the mandates of the heart; but soul’s interpreters, the eyes, spurn such restraint and scorn disguise.” (Lord Byron) Probe mine. Tell...
