Dear you are here
When I laid eyes upon you
I had to grasp the chair to stay up
The sun glistening on you shows happiness
I look at your eyes and see a sparkle
Like a diamond
When the sun fades
I see darkness in your eyes
The darkness goes deeper then deep
Your eyes so black
Darker than a black hole
Darling what is wrong?
Do you feel the same way I do?
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~