Lighthousekeeper's blog: "Chryss"

Your eyes are big-big,

And clean white,

Like the purity of a cold-cold winter night.

Their color is blue and grey,

Like the heat coming down a hot-hot summer day.

Paleolithic verities,

In your eyes I see,

That the one you are looking for,

Sure-sure is not me.

I’m very-very poor,

Ugly and old,

So,

The best thing you can do,

 Is give-give to me,

A glance,

And let me be…