You have very nice eyes.
I would look into them
For as long as I could
But I suspect I never would
Be able to look out.
You have very nice eyes
Eyes blue like summer skies
Burning bluer than gas
Around the brightest sun,
Glints more perfect than glass
With crystalline class—
Innumerable sighs
From my chest you have robbed:
One of the finer jobs
Our creator has done
Enough about the eyes.
Every sound you make is
Musical like a brook
In the streamy highlands
And your glance lights on mine
Like a beam of sunlight
In a shady pine forest;
I could sing.
With so knowing a smile
And so lovely a look,
Scarf elegantly thrown
(Brown hair held as if in the wind blown)
Over shoulders sloping:
Would that it were fated—
But O how belated—
Too late to but smile;
We return to our books.