les rayons d’Hélios au travers de la fenêtre
sur ton corps nu, brillent et te reflètent

par sa lumière naturelle et divine
sur ton visage l'illumine

par le reflet des couleurs de l’iris de tes yeux
j'entrevois l'avenir, l'espoir et ton absence de pudeur

je souhaite me noyer, sombrer dans ton âme
embrasser chaque recoin possible de ton visage

faire glisser sensuellement, ma main le long de ta peau
ressentir tes imperfections, nombreuses de bas en haut

ta sérénité d'esprit est ta plus profonde essence
te redécouvrir m'ôte de ma méconnaissance

sans fin, je te suis esclave
ton goût m'a libéré de mon entrave

telle la condition de ma perdition angélique
tu m'honores de ta sexualité romantique

emporte-moi au-delà de notre métabolisme
fais-moi tien comme la lumière face au prisme

je me meurs d'espérance et de plaisir
je me donne à ton immense agonie

je t'entre et rencontre l'origine de la passion
à jamais toi et moi nous serons

Your eyes are fire.
Their image burnt into my soul,
Scarred by beauty.

he had this light in his eyes.
i never thought i would see “home” so vividly
until i looked into those eyes
those sweet brown eyes
filled with light.

i look into your eyes now
searching for the light he had
and i see nothing

i ask you thousands of questions
to understand you
like i understood him-
or so i thought i did-
but you say nothing

you make me smile
but not laugh like he did
volcanic eruptions of pure bliss
now valleys of yearning

i fear i’ve gone too far
and i can’t go back to him
what would he say anyways?
he still wouldn’t want me
though i was so sure he did

and you’re smiling at me
and you’re complimenting me
but i’m looking right past you
trying to see if i can see him
through the crowds and swarms of people

you look at me, and i smile back
but i’m staring into your deep brown eyes
searching for a light
that only he had

Eyes like diamonds
Deep and beautiful
Capturing my soul.
If a siren's voice were a tangible creation,
it would be her eyes.
Like a void.

I would leap in without a second thought.

Your face is a stone slate
I feel my heart begin to palpitate.
A swing of a fist,
the crashing of metal.

My eyes are black.
Not like the night sky, speckled with stars
or like obsidian.  Just black.
Just mine.

I try to follow yours
To track your mind,
but the clocks look wierd and time seems to bind.
A dream like trance you've locked me in blind.

The things you have done in your life.
You may have never noticed my strife
or affliction by caused by your carelessly swung hand.  
or maybe
you had me at your feet
and you never looked down to see

It pains me to not be understood
but I niether care for being percived.
And part of me must always grive
for the girl that could never be.
  
But please,
Don't look me in my eyes,
for you may see what you pretend doesn't exist.