Paul

    Eluard

      LADY

         LOVE

        She

        is

          standing

            on

        my

          lids

          And

        her

        hair

        is

        in

        mine

              She

          is

            the

          form

            of

          my

                            hands

            And

            the

        color

          of

      my

      eyes,

              She

            is

          swallowed

        in

          my

          shadow

            Like

            a

          stone

                against

            the

            sky

                Her

                eyes

          are

                    always

                  open

            And

            she

            does

          not

        let

          me

                sleep

            In

        the

l        ight

        of

          day

            her

          dreams

          Make

          suns

            evaporate,

            Make

            me

              laugh,

              cry

                    and

                laugh,

                And

                            speak

                                when

        I

          have

                                nothing

          to

                  say.