There, The Stars Have Gold Painted Eyes Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

On the other side of your eyes,
is a deep blue sky.
There,
the stars have gold painted eyes,
and though they know,
lovers can be cruel,
they're not afraid to fall for them,
over and over again.

On the other side of your eyes,
is also a wide blue ocean.
More blue than the sky,
there, the sirens have feet,
and they do not hide their heart's shape
under the ocean's weaves,
their lips, do not avoid my kiss,
like yours do.

Because I don't belive
you will ever change your mind,
I will change mine instead,
and become a heartless man.

For me, your eyes...
your ridiculous green eyes,
are the grass from the other side...
the other side of the world,
and I'm so jealous on the barefoot man
enjoying his morning walks
day after day,
drinking his coffe
with you.

But even so,
you did what your heart had to do.
I'm not blaming,
but thanking,
for changing me
into a head hunter.

Were you expecting hate?