Your eyes are the ocean -
blue, skies made of emotion,
true as the purest devotion.
When you look at me - a prison!
I can’t move, barely speak, no reason!
You are the sweetest season.
How innocent these eyes are?
They shine, day and night,
like the most caressing star.
When I look into that ocean,
I stay there forever, lost and bound.
Endless days, nights beyond count.
Oh, don’t you ever blur this sky!
Keep your eyes interwoven with mine.
It doesn't matter, does it - the time?Other poems:
No comments:
Post a Comment