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.