Your eyes sparkle
like the diamonds on the water,
Only the fields of wheat
have the same yellow brown as your hair.

The green in your eyes;
the same color as jewels,
The softness in you voice is calm,
The roughness can be cruel.

But nothing can deter me from your appeal.
Sometimes, when I look at you,
I swear, you are perfect,
and not even real.

Our love is never senseless,
when you hold me, I feel soft, safe,
Home, in your caress.

When I am alone, I think 'Can this be true?'
I can't be this stable, this secure,
And yet, it's happening, it's you.