your eyes for me are the missionaryyour eyes for me last promise of life
the last chance if I want to survive
your eyes are
a potentiality for me and all the world to change our view towards the things..
your eyes for me are the missionary that how long I have been waiting..
they are for me the way
road of life
your eyes remind me of me
tells me that I have a heart
that beats in rhythm of two stones in hand of earliest man who generated fire
and the warmness !
your sparkling eyes for me
the lights of a city at night from the window of plane ..
the moon behind the pines that pours the cheerfulness
your lips are a spring of honey when it mixes with desire
and the random hair
to it I refuge from the order of concrete, restricted town..
your random hair is the nature which accepts me anytime.
rewards me with all its magic .