I Love Your Dear Eyes

I love your dear eyes, my friend,
With their play so bright and wondrous,
When you promptly rise them, and,
Like with a lightning in the wildness,
Embrace at once the whole land.

But there's more fabulous attraction:
The eyes directed to the floor
During the crazy osculation,
And through the lashes, set before,
The dusk and gloomy flame of passion.

by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Comments (2)

Nice poem! Peace is a great theme.
I LOVE IT! THAT IS MY PEACE! CAREY GODWIN