The curve of your eyes my heart outlines,
A Rodeo ring dance and sweetness,
Aura of the time, safe and nocturnal, cradle
and if I know not everything that I have lived
It is that your eyes have not I ever seen.
Sheet day and spray foam, Love Poems For Him
Gray hair in the wind, perfumed smiles,
Wings covering the world of light,
Freighted with sky and sea boats,
Hunters of the noises and sources of the colors,
Perfumes arising from a harvest of auroras
That it always lies on the straw of the stars,
As the day depends on the innocence
The world depends on your pure eyes
And all my blood runs in their eyes.