In the Black of my eye,
Sits my colourless soul,
Gives to my heart...
A sweet Drink,
That never dries,
Never makes my mind
drowsy,
Love of my Life!
Parting from you is suicidal,
My absence from your music,
Is sorrow and melancholy,
I wish to stay with you...
...until the morrow...
Drowned in your thinking,
When the morning birds...
Come out of their nests...
And start singing their songs,
'Terrow', 'Terrow', 'Terrow'
The corners of my eyes...
sparkle andglisten with your light;
When you speak your solid words...
Every thing in the universe opens...
...its ears to listen!
My colourless soul,
In the Black of my eye,
Gives to my Heart,
A sweet drink!
Mykoul
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