L        A          D    Y    L     O     V        E     
                S     h      e       is standing on my lids And her hair is in      m     i    n    e   

         S        h       e      is the form of    m    y    hands

And the color of     m   y     eyes,               S         h       e        is swallowed in    m   y    shadow Like a stone against the sky      H       e     r    

eyes are always open

And         s     h      e       does not let        m    e     sleep In the light of day her dreams Make

suns evaporate,

Make      m    e    laugh, cry and laugh, And

speak

when      I      have nothing to

                 s             a                y               .

Paul Eluard