автор: Girasol

Those eyes…
Show me what`s beneath them,
What`s in that inviting look Or in the soft eye wrinkles.

I see a smile
But there is a shadow of a tear.
There is exuberant joy
But also a quick touch of fear.

Take me there
Into the deep dark velvet wells.
I am ready to dive,
Ready to free up the spell.

Show me the rivers,
Show me the sun and the moon.
Let me walk beside you
In those dark mahogany woods.