The last poem

I've seen beautiful eyes,

but none like yours.

Perfect for a man who is wise

one that isn't full of years.

I would like to decipher the mystery

that those calm eyes keep.

To plunge my soul into their story,

to know if they can weep.

Your eyes are so bright,

that they reflect your heart.

On a dark night they're a light,

and shine splendidly like a star.

Your eyes are so pure and yet so enigmatic.

Your eyes are authentic and so gorgeous.

Your eyes are lucid while my words erratic.

your eyes are great and your beauty enormous.

May your eyes continue to see beyond the physical and continue to shine and illuminate the people you meet.

Good-bye, little bit of sky...

Prefiero ver tus ojos, tus ojos solos,

sin necesidad de pensamiento lógico.

Admirarlos libremente sin protocolos

conocerlos más allá de lo biológico.

Profundizar en tu alma, tu esencia,

llegar a hacerlo sin algún conflicto;

descubrirte retando a la paciencia

volviéndome de tus ojos convicto.

She is a peculiar kind of girl

always knowing where to walk

like following a path of chalk

she can make your world twirl.

Every day she uses google maps

moving from here to over there

as a bird floating in the air

does feeling free was a trap?

But one day she lost her way

her inner compass broke down

couldn't locate in the map a town

the place where she wanted to stay.

She felt the need of run away

like other hundred times before

as if her feet were lifting the floor

she could not to her heart allay.

So she decided to look for a new map

it was then when she discovered your eyes

they were as sweet as slices of many pies

but between you there was a large gap.

Now she feels more lost than ever

'cause its interior is completely broken

and with your eyes has never spoken

perhaps it doesn't exist for her a forever.

I'm lost inside your eyes.
October will always be that chaotic month. ♥

Luke 19:10
The Son of Man came to find
lost people and save them.