Jun 2013
Morning
your eyes become the sun
In which I pleasantly wake up to everyday
Afternoon
your eyes simmer only slightly, still as
bright as the sun except more peacefully
Night*
gloomy hair and unfaithful bags
touch your eyes though they do not cause any effect;
yet
only when your lips whisper "goodnight love*" and kiss my delicate cheek I notice
how the day dims your eyes
your eyes become the sun
In which I pleasantly wake up to everyday
Afternoon
your eyes simmer only slightly, still as
bright as the sun except more peacefully
Night*
gloomy hair and unfaithful bags
touch your eyes though they do not cause any effect;
yet
only when your lips whisper "goodnight love*" and kiss my delicate cheek I notice
how the day dims your eyes
