It's never in the eyes rather,
It's in the way those eyes hold you bare,
Caress you in it's ravishing care,
Makes you dare to share a crumbling humbling stare.
Thus I say,
Don't fall for her gaze,
But fly in the way she puts in a frenzied maze,
This undying craze which lasts till the end of days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem