At sunrise,
Your eyes
Are two streams
Of amber,
Two doves
In love,
Two melodies
Of longing,
Of magic,
Of affection.
For whom,
For whom,
Do they sing
Their love songs,
At sunrise?
At sunset,
Your eyes
Are two islands
Of oranges,
Of rainbow,
Of tulips.
For whom,
For whom,
Do they shed
Their smiles,
When the sun
Goes down?
At night,
Your eyes
Are two stars
Full of rapture,
Of charm,
Of wine.
May I,
May I,
Spend the night
In the shade
Of your long
Eyelashes?
At sunrise,
At sunset,
And at night,
I write
My love poems,
About you,
With a smile,
As my eyes
Dream of
Your eyes.