Blue green eyes, so pretty when she cries,
a pair of sparkling emeralds.
A kind and gentle soul on earth,
an angel sent from heaven.
If only I were young again,
young enough, to love her.
If only in my dreams again,
one more time, then never
And as I sit, and as I cry
watching from my window.
looking back on an empty life
sharing a bed with only pillows.
Trying to forget the decades past
that have left me cold and withered......
trying to forget the girl I loved
who left me there forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The picture nailed in your heart and mind you made the Mona Lisa Blue green eyes, so pretty when she cries, well composed try to knit into lyrics thanks