Your eyes are at the “Ocean” –
at the crossroad of the winds –
have a depth and no deception,
taken the cover off ignorance.
Your eyes me fortunately ruffle,
and I’m as not a swimmer versed
afraid to dive but try to gamble
as being a thorough man in haste.
Your eyes to me are real puzzle:
they give me such a virgin smile
preventing me from any bustle –
within them passion is alight.
Your eyes in gaiety desire:
by stealth they make me understand –
when He and She are getting higher –
He must be first to start a game.
Your eyes are really unbounded
and so a new line to be born
you are embraced by me astounded
and on my shoulder is your arm.