Your eyes are big-big,
And clean white,
Like the purity of a cold-cold winter night.
Their color is blue and grey,
Like the heat coming down a hot-hot summer day.
Paleolithic verities,
In your eyes I see,
That the one you are looking for,
Sure-sure is not me.
I’m very-very poor,
Ugly and old,
So,
The best thing you can do,
Is give-give to me,
A glance,
And let me be…