Baby I love you with those eyes all lit up, eating away at me to express myself/
Your beauty is my death; your eyes, feeding off sunlight/
I just can’t think,
With those glistening eyes all lit up, eating away at me to say I love you.
(Her beauty Is the Look of my death/
Her eyes, the color of the wood that is my casket)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem