They shall keep wandering for ages
Where to die and where to ache
Sometimes awaking, at times abating
For her smile to see them pray.
They are my eyes - my marks of pain
My dress of joy when I feel tamed
By soft waves of humble youthful tears
Sailing through her eyes of heaven.
I may sound vague as I fear words
And misconceptions are easy nowadays
But I dare not conceal my inks
From the fond eyes of my white papers.
I shall spend dark nights and nights
With my shy eyes upon her face
Fumbling for every piece of shelter
Saving me from losing faith.
Her name is Princess- that is for people!
As for me I name her BREATH
O, you may laugh as much as wonder
Till you know how much I am blessed!
In every trace I pace for rightness,
Though not the rightness of haughty men
Mine is the simple and peaceful meeting
Of my bleak dreamy eyes and hers.