My Gentle Brother, of skin most fair,
Into whose eyes I may not stare.
Your warm carress on my skin I feel,
And I know my love for you is real.
you warm my soul, brighten my heart,
May you never from my life depart.
My mood ever somber when you disappear,
I always wish to have you near.
My Gentle brother, of face so fair,
Into whose eyes I may not stare.
I rue the winter's skies of gray,
And long for your warmth, and golden rays.
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Alton, Texas
Superb Juan! Your words shine like the sun on a perfect day (in the Mojave, of course!) .
a poem. Has a nice way of making linguistic archaicisms (most fair; mood ever somber) sound necessary and natural;
a poem. Has a nice way of making linguistic archaicisms (most fair; mood ever somber) sound necessary and natural;
face so fair, I like it. face is the index of heart. thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful tribute for your brother. Very well written and rhymed. Great stuff Juan.