Black be thy eyes like the dead of the night,
Yet they glow with the heat of the fire within...
I am drawn to thy eyes like a moth
Waiting alas to be burnt with pleasure
Can I not touch that which is not yet mine
But I can still feel it
Rippling through my wings
I am a slave of thy beauty
My eternal princess
Let the world laugh at my predicament
For I and only I
Know what lies within your eyes....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem