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 n o t 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.