Her eyes are dark,
like the sky at night.
Her pupils are darkness.
The shine in the pupil?
A star.
The more I look,
the higher I go,
the higher I go,
the more I want,
the more I want?
Will be the death of us.
Sorry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, this speak volumes - certainly did for me....i think i see what you see! Brilliantly written and gets my vote!