I had a private talk—
With your eyes
Last night and
While listening to the
Theory I rendered
They fluttered
Anticipation
Like wish-for-coins
Cast in a fountain where
Illusions glisten
Afterglow dewdrops fresh
And pure coating of
Solace o’er the heart
Budding dreamy-eyed
In a hushing light, a kiss
Blushed forth your plight
©2011 j.a.o.a.
©2011 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga
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I would like to translate this poem
very romantic 'I had A private talk with your Eyes' I hope you have real love and not false As most men plan Till they get and Far away they run... Sylva, from her eyes