Thou hast dove eyes, thou hast dove eyes.
Candle lit on your footsteps.
Horses leaped behind you with zest.
Fire swept passed your eye brows.
Dove made nest near your eyes.
Slender, slender, blue indeed.
Like an orphan, I've lost my need to be loved by parents,
Or even read.
What use are there in books,
What else are there to be learned, but your eye lids?
Say to the horizon, love has good vision.
Say to the mountains, love has heights.
I saw you through my instincts,
No I didn't look.
Who can face your eyes?
Who can even think?
Portion of love, stars and the moon.
I look and search but your eyes stood beneath the view.
It was dark when I saw you, love eyes, did they saw me too?
Yellow flowers blossomed, yellow morning too.
Dove flew near me yesterday,
Dove and butterflies.
I think I saw your eyes, dove, and it gave me butterflies.
Strolling along the stream, I saw a silver strip in the sky,
Darling I miss you, I saw you in the sky.
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