Spanish Eyes Poem by Juan Olivarez

A pair of black spanish eyes,
Always look my way.
With a tenderness they can't disguise,
I see them everyday.

I've seen myself in those spanish eyes,
At times in the pale moonlight.
When from my heart they bring forth sighs,
On a warm and sultry night.

I live each day, to see those eyes,
And try to make them mine.
When I'm with them time fairly flies,
And my heart is left to pine.

11/22/10 Alton Texas