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.