Sunset In the Eyes

I cannot call myself a poet, for my pen is not able to write about any other ocean than your eyes. If I combine the scent Of orange leaves with the touch of your hands, I can create the most delightful song ever. Come to me, dedicate the spirit of life to my rhymeless poems Come to me, watch the sunset with me, and I Will stare at its reflection in the mirror of your eyes... come to me ...