I see your sole through eyes -
The mirror of your depths;
You're blessing in disguize
That'll alter after death.
The death of ruined body,
The end of ruined health;
But now your eyes enlighten
The wrinkles on your face.
What's it, masculine beauty?
What's it, that brightens all?
It's our little inmate,
Our lantern, our soul.
I see your soul through eyes to my husband 02. 03
© Copyright: Евгения Рацук, 2006
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