The Pretty Eyes Poem by Savio Antonio Vogt

Oh! how wonderful your are your eyes,
oh! beautiful woman, I keep wondering and always plundering,
when I look at your shinning eyes,
I keep thinking wheather you bought those sparkling eyes,
so bright, no fright, but just a mustard seed of might,
oh! only waiting for a good comment, which will stay as storng as cement,
your eyes are kind, but never blind,
yours eyes tell me that you know what is sorrow,
your tears which come out from them are like shinny drops of
silver honey,
in which I spend all my money to buy your tears, in the wonderful
years, to come,
in between that time which makes my heart so numb,
to wait for your wonderful beautiful eyes to look at me.
the pretty eyes.