Eyes, Time, Love
While in a quiet state of mind,
I was oft to be remind,
of a beautiful woman with spectacular eyes.
She would dance a carousel, inspire a man,
in laughter and smile,
so there he would notice her window of love.
Oh to know the memory of a soul
whereby I could bestow
Certain love that reminds me her sight is true.
Sweet is the fire of passionate sensuality,
the sort of inspired drama of love,
is spoken in eyes my desire does my heart remind.