Your black eyes
sense what I am capable of.
Blinded by your love,
I could even overcome Everest.
Roses in your hair
are the shadow of a paradise garden,
whose only entrance
is your sweet smile.
And those who say black is not the color of love,
let them look up at the night sky
and marvel at the beauty from above,
without which even the moon would not adore.
So allow yourself to take me
in the siege of black dresses,
under the servant of dark magic,
that brought us affection.
