Come, walk with me.
We will sit in the park, maybe,
and find the stars in the sky
which are hidden behind
clouds which are dark as your eyes.
Oh! Your eyes!
Maybe, when we will get tired
after walking miles,
we will sit in a garden.
I will look into your deep, gleaming eyes
and try to resolve the mystery they hide.
We will have purposeful and meaningless talks
when we will sit on the grass in between the walks
or maybe, we will try to understand silence
of the night and that we hold within ourselves.