Your love

Like a princess scintillating
You are mistress on the mysteries of a lighthouse.
The moon, in your eyes, navigator,
Flaming more than some sun
Blows up of emotion at every moment,
Covering this universe of wonders
Of colored stars, delirious ...
When you see her on the castle, in afterglow
Sometimes in this splendid visage,
My eyes where moths demand flame,
Slaves, implored to the landscape,
A vestige of this is wherever I brightness
In the rays, the path while I head off
Searching simply your love ...

LOURES