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 dreamsMake suns evaporate,


Make me laugh, cry and laugh,

And speak when I have

nothing

to say.