THE BEAUTIFUL POEMS

                                              The Garden Of Love by William Blake

I went to the Garden of Love.
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And Thou shalt not, writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore,

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, myjoys&desires.

                                      Waiting At The Window by A.A. Milne

These are my two drops of rain

Waiting on the window-pane. 

I am waiting here to see

Which the winning one will be. 

Both of them have different names.

One is John and one is James.

All the best and all the worst

Comes from which of them is first.

James has just begun to ooze.

He's the one I want to lose.

John is waiting to begin.

He's the one I want to win.

James is going slowly on.

Something sort of sticks to John.

John is moving off at last.

James is going pretty fast.

John is rushing down the pane.

James is going slow again.

James has met a sort of smear.

John is getting very near.

Is he going fast enough?

(James has found a piece of fluff.)

John has quickly hurried by.

(James was talking to a fly.)

John is there, and John has won! 

Look! I told you! Here's the sun!

I Love You  - Brynne S. 

Just three little words

don't seem like enough

for someone whose smile

still brightens my day,

whose touch can make me forget

the rest of the world.

They don't seem like enough

for someone who's always been there

to celebrate with me

when everything goes my way

and to hold my hand

when my whole world

seems to fall apart.

But even though "I Love You"

can't express the depth

of my feelings for you.

I hope you know what's in my heart.

Because loving you

means more to me

than anything in the world

and it always will.