E Y E S

The color of  your eyes 

makes my heart spin,

a round of dance and sweetness,

halo of time, 

nocturnal cradle,

and if  I no longer know

everything I've been through,

it's because my eyes 

have not seen you.

Leaves of  the day 

and moss of the dew,

reeds of the wind, 

fragrant smiles,

wings covering the world with light,

breeze coming from the sea,

your love gives off all purity.

Perfumes hatched 

from a brood of dawns

that always lies on the stars,

as the day depends on innocence,

the world depends on pure eyes,

and all my blood flows in your eyes.