THE EYES

Catching your eye on fate like,
In it hid the depth of.
For me, it's like God's eyes,
I'd dive to the bottom of it.

Your mouth is fuller for tulips
And eyebrows – two rainbows at the top.
And hands and wings is the soul's lover,
With whom I would fly to dawn.

They're not fun, love.,
What causes droplets of regret.
And again wound, bleeding wound,
Because your eyes how much I love you!