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 light of day her dreams Make suns
evaporate,
Make me laugh,
cry
and laugh, And speak
when
I have nothing to say.