**Your Eyes-The Eighth Ocean, (Part 1) **
Gentle mild winds make silent music in the ears of sea
And I think they are singing the song of you and me
I, your lonely lover leading my life leaving all my pain,
and, you a fair angel of my often midnight lovely strain.
Ask these gentle winds, question these loves skies,
A lover heart is crying, my love is higher than their heights.
You have got the lovely pair of sea within the silver casket,
the deep blue eyes is responsible-have put my heart in your basket.
Seas are know by the waters that are salty and sour
Gazing your God's wonder daily, I spend my hour
you are the queen of innocence, the master of your fate
Baby! This bard is crying, accept me untill its too late.
A lovely deep face spilling out all your innosence
that gradually increases on my every lovely glance,
Your eyes has taken away my countless sleeps
On my own life, I have lost my lovely grip
Your eyes do wonders and credit goes to you
A pair of goddess eyes, you have, believe it or not, thats true.
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