Spanish Eyes - Poem by Juan Olivarez
A pair of black spanish eyes,
Always look my way.
With a tenderness they can't disguise,
I see them everyday.
I've seen myself in those spanish eyes,
At times in the pale moonlight.
When from my heart they bring forth sighs,
On a warm and sultry night.
I live each day, to see those eyes,
And try to make them mine.
When I'm with them time fairly flies,
And my heart is left to pine.
11/22/10 Alton Texas
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