Oliver Twist - Poem by Margareta CucliIane
I don't know you, you don't know me
But I can see your dark eyes clearly...
Like the sea on a warm summer night:
A little scary, but once you dive in
You don't want to go back to winter, to reality, to yourself...
You want to get lost and dream
Beautiful face that will never know
That somewhere there is a poem about him,
About his eyes and crooked smile.
Holding hands in an ancient place
Where you're a little drunk
With infatuation and desire
And all you can see are dark eyes.
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