Eyes

Eyes
Often, when night comes,
it takes me a fairy:
the beauty of your eyes
deep black white sea
always uncertain in the eyes.
And so jealous I threading
songs that I come to it. But ...

The poetry of your eyes
I know I can not write,
all the verses I could find
on paper I would die
the pain of not being faithful.
But I know I never get tired
to pursue this language friend
I approach the poetry of your eyes
Although I can not write,
but that fight with me
always waiting for dawn
eager to surprise your eyes.
Your eyes are two stars
that light without stopping.
When the night comes
illuminate my path.
Your eyes are like frost
that light by light.
If I say or scream your name
I will light your eyes.
In your eyes the mine vere,
love behind them encontrare
that I am sure that
my love in your eyes vere

if one day would not see more
die of longing
to find poderlos
love that but not ami
never would find.
Until the day you return to see
I would realize that your eyes
only show you ati
only show me my
only show together.
For until that day vere
my true love
in your eyes I found
and only to you look.

Why are my true love and
the only one who finds it by
Your eyes that vere!