Hi, love - hello again. Can
I peek at your eyes ?
They look like open-scented flowers.
Don't close them - JUST - blink.
Then less love.
You know they speak to me.
I know them. They
peek at me when you think,
I DON'T KNOW.
What is that ? A tear.
Water the flower of our love,
with them.
Know your crying more. Be
silent with me. Don't
ever talk - just look. When
you think I don't know.
I like you sleepy eyes.
Rest them, But-
not for long. I want
to see them always.
from my poem book - DREAMS3