She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is in my hair

She has the color of my eye

She has the body of my hand

In my shade she is engulfed

As a stone against the sky



She will never close her eyes

And she does not let me sleep

And her dreams in the bright day

Make the suns evaporate

And me laugh cry and laugh

Speak when I have nothing to say



Lady Love by Paul Eluard