My little gift for you

No one can see the scintillation of your handsome eyes,
No one can paint the sky from deepest gray to crystal blue,
I found best award after my numerous vain tries,
This little poem is just my heartfelt gift for precious you.

And neither ruthless time nor cruel fate can sever us
For we are tied by subtle thread we hold on to,
We swallow vital water from fictitious well reviving hearts,
There are no walls and tunnels we can never go through.

Should I explain that love I feel is deeply true,
That I don`t wanna feel somebody`s bedroom eyes?
I spent some time to write this poem as a gift for you,
I let it hover like a snow-white dove in deep blue skies.

I walked on broken glass pieces with my feet on fire,
Squeezed through barbed wire stumbling over the stones,
I brushed away my tears motivated by the keen desire,
I laid my path towards precious ruler on a golden throne.

You`re not the one from fairy-tales revelling in jewel pride,
You make my round-the-world trip pleasant and worthwile,
Your eyes are deep like stormy waves and falling tide,
You outshine sunny days with pure lustre of your smile.

And neither words disguised in lies that seems so true
Can make me stay aloof when I drop tear-stained eyes,
I`m like a lonely she-wolf howling at silver moon
And crawling secretly in deepest shadows of the nights.

This not a jewelery but simple poem as little gift for you,
I`ve scribbled half of life away and torn a dozen of paper,
I`ve reached the mountain peaks and icebergs crystal blue
When like a ridden too hard trotter I emitted lots of vapor.