穷其千里路，
寻觅欲何求？
荡我魂骸处，
含情一对眸。
近还难企及，
吾意再无留。
闭锁十年半，
心旌如罪囚。
婉然那一瞥，
忘却半生忧。
瓣瓣香飘洒，
玫瑰开正幽。
凋零无所惧，
身识为君稠。
飘雪抚花好，
漫漫长野飀。
柔情无匹敌，
开阖竞无俦。
呵气如兰若，
死生两地游。
谁能知此意，
谁解此中由？
但看情真切，
芊芊弄娇柔。

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by E. E. Cummings

 somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands