Your Beauty Holds My Eyes Poem by Marrs L'amoureux

Votre beaut'e est ce qui tient non oeil.

Your beauty is what holds my eye,
so hard to look away.
I am caught by the surprise,
of nothing more to say.
Short of breath and chilled of flesh,
I dropp to bended knee.
And promise all the world to you,
with love so tenderly.
I find so hard simple words to speak,
my joy I cant conceal.
Votre beaut'e est ce qui tient non oeil.

Your beauty is what holds my eye.