Your eyes are limpid, as it is the lake
When breeze is gentle and it doesn't shake
And they are as profound as the blue sea
Far in the distance, where the ships feel free.
Your eyes are peaceful, as a lamb asleep
When is surrounded by the flock of sheep
And they are like two gems, precious and bright
And your sweet laughter fills them with delight.
Your eyes are brown like all the bears that roam
In the Carpathian woods, their lovely home,
But they are finer than they use to be
When deep within they mirror only me.
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 7:06 AM UTC
Your eyes are limpid, as it is the lake
When breeze is gentle and it doesn't shake
And they are as profound as the blue sea
Far in the distance, where the ships feel free.
Your eyes are peaceful, as a lamb asleep
When is surrounded by the flock of sheep
And they are like two gems, precious and bright
And your sweet laughter fills them with delight.
Your eyes are brown like all the bears that roam
In the Carpathian woods, their lovely home,
But they are finer than they use to be
When deep within they mirror only me.
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