A Beautiful Eyes In a Coffee Shop Steal My Heart

“Your brown eyes are like candlelight in the dark of the night..... Inside an archaeological library........ Do you see me looking at them as a historical clock? And drowning within the gradations of time?... What’s time? And history?....... Only inside them....... As a reader, I love to read the library of your eyes...... So do you see me, turn its pages book by book.... Or memorize the poems of spinning to recite them to your ears.... If the morning light came and candles went out.... Please someone would save me ......from drowning in the sea of their honey…. I feel like coffee that she gave me was an old wine ...... She was the daughter of October...was swinging at the beat of my heart...with her brown hair And every time I look at your face it makes me wonder how he can carry all those beauty maps..... And every time I looked at her smile... I feel like I’m drowning.... someone save me.... please help me.... I forgot how to breathe!!. “ In that beautiful coffee shop.....A beautiful eyes steal my heart...” _ Bouchra Himer_