Young lady of noblesse, With eyes of eminent almond-shape, I love you from my heart, oh, my heart, You have become my very eyes.
Young lady of noblesse, With eyes of eminent almond-shape, I love you from my heart, oh, my heart, You have become my very eyes.
“Why do you keep smiling at me?” she asks, suddenly pausing her stride and turning around to face me. My eyes trail shyly to my feet as I chuckle to myself.