Realize of your eyes...

Oh,

Used to be I'm writting for your eyes

And have to re creation slice of vice,

My admiration go up from wise

And in addition to it I will your rise.

I am your suns, I am your moonrise,

Together run away, together flys realize.

We will your dreams and all materialize...

 

This's poem just not last surprise

for blossoming your pretty,

very pretty eyes.

 

Dedicated poem to Gulshat G.