BEAUTIFUL EYES

 Ever since I first laid eyes on your beautiful eyes, I've been dreaming of lilies and whispering my love to the moon. There was no sun, only butterflies, flowers, and more love.

Oh, beautiful eyes, send me a boat, and I'll be on the shore, waving my hands to a great love. Come, open the last lily you loved. There it stands in the middle of a purple pond, in a dreamy stillness where the water touches the hair of light. If only you could see my dream, I'd tell you that the pond is a singing oasis, filled with colorful spirits and rainbows, and there's so much love here.

Oh, beautiful eyes, who came down to us from the Mountains of Light, to sing captivating songs: Look into my heart enchanted by you.