I Love You |
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When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.
When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.
Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.
O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.
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Comments of this poem (3)
corina campos at 2008-11-13 |
| i love your poems |
R.O at 2009-03-08 |
| Im writing music for this poem |
dylan at 2009-05-18 |
| i love you |
Please, comment this poem
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