Thru’ the barred windows of your eyelashes,
My heart trembles in tumultuous clashes;
A glance at them and your tender love flashes,
To consume me up and render me to ashes.
I long for love
I long for you
Full of moons
Full of dew.
Within the windows of your eyelashes,
I see your eyes in leaps and dashes
Sending to the heart, where fire bashes,
Love notes of ecstasy written from scratches.
That makes me flip,
That makes me dream,
That makes me lust,
That makes me scream.
In every eye, passages screen in batches,
Extracted from rare books where love gashes,
Written by folks who suffered passion slashes
As to console the heart’s wounds with patches
I live the nights,
I live the days,
Full of love,
Full of rays!