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 s l e e p In the light
of day her dreams
Make suns
evaporate,
Make me laugh, cry and laugh,
And speak
when I have
nothing to say.