Your eyes hang low in moonlight,
Low enough for it to glow,
Emotions in a row,
It flows as a river,
Slow and slow.
When our eyes meet,
I picture this scrennery,
Trees dressed with humility,
Pink flowers with purple dressing,
Its your soul here we are addressing.
Such an adventure i see in your eyes,
So how can i not realise,
that this mystery is mine.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
Your eyes hang low in moonlight,
Low enough for it to glow,
Emotions in a row,
It flows as a river,
Slow and slow.
When our eyes meet,
I picture this scrennery,
Trees dressed with humility,
Pink flowers with purple dressing,
Its your soul here we are addressing.
Such an adventure i see in your eyes,
So how can i not realise,
that this mystery is mine.