Her eyes - the shade of luminous amber,

So pure, that you see the reflection

Of fire with rage and autumn with sun

And sweet charm incantations.

The honey poured into a small cup of tea

In viscous, flowing demeanour;

The sunset that fell on the shivering, deep,

And lucid surface of river.

I’ll never forget her tender, warm touch

Embraced in a light ray of sunshine.

Her sight will follow me through the night,

Clearing my way from the bloodshed.

And even though my heart will always be her’s,

She’ll never get the idea

Of me, sitting here in a cosy, dim light,

With a book, saving heartily my feelings.