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.