INFRONT YOUR EYES, EVERYTHING SINGS

Your eyes are the color of the morning, and when they knock on the doors of dreams, my longing shines on a cold winter night, as if I am a forgotten story that has returned to your embrace before sunrise. I still walk to you with joy, and your voice is a silver river whose pure air I inhale, telling me all fascinating stories. I see the faint light of your eyes sparkling green, where everything sings. Yes, in front your eyes, everything sings. How happy I am with you and those unforgettable moments; colorful and soft moments like a pearly face and a calm smile that captivates me every morning.