Your Eyes
Your eyes are summer nights And visions and rosy poems And love letters Running away from forgotten love books. Who are you? In your move, You've planted the road with damask roses; You've passed like light, Like the throb of scent, Like singing of popular songs. And you carried me on a boat, Like a sea sun poem, To promises drawn by an oriental girl's dreams. Who are you? The magic in your eyes marries life to a hope. As if you have come from a moon, From a golden morning star, From a land Where the sun of love embraces the face of liberty. And I travel in life holding your eyes and a song
Your Eyes
Your eyes are summer nights And visions and rosy poems And love letters Running away from forgotten love books. Who are you? In your move, You've planted the road with damask roses; You've passed like light, Like the throb of scent, Like singing of popular songs. And you carried me on a boat, Like a sea sun poem, To promises drawn by an oriental girl's dreams. Who are you? The magic in your eyes marries life to a hope. As if you have come from a moon, From a golden morning star, From a land Where the sun of love embraces the face of liberty. And I travel in life holding your eyes and a song