Your eyes are a mystery A poem without introductory look at the depths of your eyes Baron Nadness You look at a remote and proud of the drunk to fill Shawam from happiness and passion Happiness and passion Fill Tired of waiting for you Without you but you are coming next to you Spring you Spring you are still in the spring
The eyes of a vague secret ...
Come from that sound Light Light White The story of this displacement came to your name with your name
