Your Eyes

Your eyes are pure azure skies,
With tender light of distant stars,
With silent questions and replies,
Without treason and hazy lies;
With inner happiness and smiles
Your kindly, magic, starry eyes.

The Picture

All smooth and soft as in a dream,
Scene with the richest hues of art,
Grand azure sea, emerald gleam,
Deep sky is purple, pink and gold.

All smooth and soft as in a dream,
But I still see her azure eyes -
Emerald hue plays in wood stream,
With purple passion tempting sighs.