Through Shades Coloured By Mint
Your Eyes Is Gold As Brush That Paint
Every Layer Barely Lose Control Of Myself
Even The Voice Of Your Retina Singing Like Elfs

Glance My Eyes As I Gaze At Your Hypnotic Trance
If Were Books I Read At Yours By Any Chance
You Walk Through My Mind In The Bridge Of My Heart
Our Soul Guided On A Way Of Telepathic
That Set Us Apart

This Letter Is For Your Eyes
But I Let Sun To Uprise
Between Phrases Of My Odd Heart.

© -John Edward Kenneth Parado