Why is it so when I look at the skies -
I see the sun with your shining eyes?
When even the skies are dull in haze,
I see your eyes in invisible rays.
Why is it so when I look at the dial -
I see its face with your pretty smile?
When even the skies are as black as the tar,
I see your smile in invisible star.
Why is it so when I look at the height -
I see its view with your lovely might?
When even the landscapes are low around,
I see your might in invisible mount.
Why is it so when I look at the ocean -
I see its waves with your sweet emotion?
When even the day is too sultry like hell,
I see your emotion in invisible well.
Why is it so when I look at your face,
I see it with your so soulful grace?
When even events hide you among times
I see always you in my visible rhymes.
When I look
© Copyright: Валентина Ильина-Печенова, 2012
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