another night the inevitable prolongs
another day just another dawn…
for all that remains of her memory, i see
her eyes is all that makes me think of thee...

often in the memory of my mind
have not i seen the eyes of her kind..
the way they do appeal to me
i think to spare everything on thee...

the tempt of her eyes' closed beauty
fills my heart with an utter modesty…
like petals of rose which lay numb
it takes my emotions dead and dumb...

the gleam of those sightseeing pearls, sieging all
which can make a man of mirth, creep and fall…
the power so sensual, arising from the thong
that none, but none would stand to it so bold, so strong...

those eyes contain an amazing fay
a lovely pearl of a perfect ray…
certainly, they belong to a lovely fairy
whom i owe all my life and glory...

my only wish is to drop by and drown
in the depth of her eyes, which are dazzling and brown…
only if, i get a chance to stare it close
my God, i know, i will certainly repose...

those invincible eyes do not belong to a lady ordinary
but to her, i delete not from memory…
she is the one, very dearest to me
of whom, i always want to be...

often in the memory of my mind
have not I seen the eyes of her kind…
@manauwer