:roll: :roll: REALLY, I'd kiss the first frog that dedicates this this poem to me.
somewhere i have never travelled, 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 will easily unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)he r 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;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing
(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 :o :o
What are you waiting for? I'm counting. Ready, set...go! Oops. Time's up.
posted by: Cyberpal (reply)
post date: 06.02.04 (10:36 am)
Better late than never..... it's dedicated to you!! ;)
posted by: ragdoll16 (reply)
post date: 06.02.04 (2:26 pm)
hahahaha!!! By God, dear, you ain't a frog... At least I think so.
PoiGnaNt PoiNtiLLisM by the PiXiE Tears are the Sweat of the Heart -jaye