They're Eyes Of The Sky.
I love to walk near kept lasses
With smiles of bliss from eye lashes
I love to walk near girls less heels
With height so short like hewn down trees.
I love to see the sight of girls
With scent as rose prettying their twirls
I love to wonder at their art
Their voice alone oft melt my heart.
I love to be a fool for them
To taste the smell of scent of them
Those lovely blissful dirt of eye
Oft' take me off my feet deny.
Their eye and lips so soft yet beam
Like gaze of stars it seems to me
It's not good that God did 'em that good
They're eyes of the sky, that's what's good.
"words from the innocent mind"