YOUR EYES

Your eyes are, as they say,

The windows to your soul:

A garden of blooming flowers whole

Welcoming to it to enjoy my entrée.

Flowers need artists dutiful

To relish perfumes and colors entire;

While I want True, Good, Beautiful:

We thus meet each other’s desire.

I sense adrift in a strange dream

In the warm sun of green romance,

As birds sing, butterflies dance,

And my heart excited to beam.

Just one look already suffices

To imply, much idea to reveal;

One image to cherish that spices

To see life finer, nicer to feel.

Now, my eyes ’ve added light,

And my mind’s rather clear

In this much serene sphere:

There are your eyes so bright.

English version by THANH-THANH