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.