RAMONEDANIEL THE CREATOR

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! Written June 12, 1814. This poem is in the public domain. author: George Gordon Byron SHORT BIO ABOUT THE AUTHOR George Gordon Byron was the author of  Don Juan , a satirical novel-in-verse that is considered one of the greatest epic poems in English written since  John Milton’ s  Paradise Lost.

A million stars up in the sky. One shines brighter - I can't deny. A love so precious, a love so true, a love that comes from me to you. The angels sing when you are near. Within your arms I have nothing to fear. You always know just what to say. Just talking to you makes my day. I love you, honey, with all of my heart. Together forever and never to part. Source:  https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/from-my-heart

She has her own special way Of turning around my terrible day. She makes all the bad things go away The second that she says hey. And when I look into her eyes, I see pure beauty with no disguise. Just a glance at her makes my heartbeat rise. I know for a fact that these feelings aren't lies. If only she knew How much my love for her grew, Maybe, just maybe, we could start something new, And then I'd never feel blue. And if beauty were inches, she'd go on for miles. I'd better catch her before I go out of style. I'm going to let my heart be my dial So I can tell her what I've been feeling for a while. BY  Kiara Wilson Source:  https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/if-only-she-knew

  As a child I parleyed with animals, stuffed and real. Making my kitten pilot of a boot, I guided from one end of a string the dizzy flight and collapse. I was fearful of people as well as things, and my faithful toy shepherd with his painted face sat by me on the bed in the gloom. I was disdainful of dolls as weak people. In the favorite story I told myself my parents were made over into fair-limbed, brave angels who smiled into their god’s eyes when summoned. I was benevolent, afraid to let go of this image at night because I couldn’t hide deep enough under the covers to be overlooked by death, the angel bending over me who had been wronged. I read histories of queens, regal and barbarian, whose leopard’s eyes restrained man or wild beast. I rambled along tidal rivers and in the marshes where the green-golden grasses dazzled the sun, and felt the ache of sea-air in my lungs. I saw water spume near Atlantic cliffs. I examined lichen. I saw great light drown darkness. Then at thir...