Esos Ojos

Ah, it is her eyes that mesmerizes me eyes that open flowers as if caught by surprise even ivory swans extend their necks from small still ponds just to see them... I so desire to be her prince of fantasy to taste the rich red wine from the grapes of her fertile vineyard in silver goblet of regal beauty to know intimately her soul that is clean as fire burning like the evening star... It is divine labor to seek her favor to listen to the voice that rings like a sacred bell celestial notes leaving me in a marvelous state of vertigo! It is love I seek my heart was dying slowly now it opens like a sun kissed flower if life were love how wonderful it would be rushing forth like a turbulent sea tossed about by the hand of passion... Ah, the topic of her eyes the depth of those dark brown eyes the way her black hair like a ravens wing caresses the dark skin of her shoulders the eyes that cleverly dance to distant music of the mariachi... My princess of fantasy your loveliness rivals the pastel colors of the setting sun as they echo off towards New Orleans to the distant west beyond the horizon from above the skies all the way to the Rio Grande...