"cleareth" poems
I see mine queen, her brown eye's, to,
I see her view, so much beauty, so true
And I think to mineself
She mine mi amour'............
I seeith the sky with her moon, moon of night
The luminescent sun, with her smile so bright
And tis, I think to mineself
She's mine mi amour'!!!!!!!!
The colors of her words, so unknown to mankind,
An angel of God, a writer in disguise...
I seeith her showing love, asking other's ( how dost thou do?)
She's just being her, as tis she loveth helping me and thou to...
When I heareth her crying, I heareth her moan.
She's mine all, I'd taketh her pain, and cleareth her white as snow
Because I think to mineself.......
She's mine mi amour'!!!!!
Yes, tis, I think to mineself..........
SHE'S MINE MI AMOUR'..............
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
Swishing rustling creaking trees
Swaying speaking whispers
standing tall with lofty chords
praising hymnal vespers
Spirits rush and pass through limbs
giving force to natural hymns
with mighty presence dwell these winds
praising light which cleareth sins
Souls of giants reach to God
taking in warm life
soaking up the blessings given
accepting every strife
Turning with the world below
colors ripening with harvest's glow
seeking not to feel or know
how blessed are all that trees still grow...
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC