Eyes that beautiful all they create
"Small, large, round?
I do not know! What I know is that they are beautiful.
Beautiful as her beautiful soul.
Soul who glimpses the twilight that adores her.
Eyes looking at them, I remain perplexed as
Thinking that within them there is a flame,
They call me and tell me, “Come soul of my soul!”
However, I'm awake and I am alone lay in my bed.
Made of foam, in contrast to her rock’s soul.
Divine eyes that have the good fortune to accompany her mouth.
Never stop blinking,
This is how she trows divinity.
Eye color pearl, gold,
I will look at them for my whole life as my greatest treasure."
Copyright @Sergio Aguilar 08/27/2008 1:59am
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