In Lovers Eyes

The verses' eyes, like mesh of white lace run Beyond the horizon in which a rose Will blush in front of breasts and hot snow dun In touching dreams which melt the earth, because: These flowers bring perfumes and more delight That make you breathe so deep and lose the rhythm In roses, breasts, and other wonders white; Yet, summer gardens`s dwarfs may laugh with 'em. The silver forests grounds sweet sorrow owe: Old violins with far more pleasing sound Make branches dance between new buds which grow; In golden times, in orchards, all is round: The nightingale may sing to change the night, To dwell in golden time of endless light.