Eyan Desir Biography

Beauty are the roses
Mixed with beauty within
Not just a pretty face
Or pleasures it brings
...

Behind her doors, live a pool of joy.
Whiles smiles cover our face
A mist of confusion
Awaits at our gates
...

I see one rose
That isn't red
A flower called my friend
One special lady
...

Love is a river
In our life it flows
A small seed that grows
A flower without beauty
...

Every once in a while
The beholder casts
A special wish
And a flower is created
...