Your Eyes-The Eighth Ocean, (Part 1)

Gentle mild winds make silent music in the ears of sea And I think they are singing the song of you and me I, your lonely lover leading my life leaving all my pain, and, you a fair angel of my often midnight lovely strain. Ask these gentle winds, question these loves skies, A lover heart is crying, my love is higher than their heights. You have got the lovely pair of sea within the silver casket, the deep blue eyes is responsible-have put my heart in your basket. Seas are know by the waters that are salty and sour Gazing your God's wonder daily, I spend my hour you are the queen of innocence, the master of your fate Baby! This bard is crying, accept me untill its too late. A lovely deep face spilling out all your innosence that gradually increases on my every lovely glance, Your eyes has taken away my countless sleeps On my own life, I have lost my lovely grip Your eyes do wonders and credit goes to you A pair of goddess eyes, you have, believe it or not, thats true.