The sentiments apparent <br />The lightness of approach <br />The tresses of caresses. <br /> <br />Without worry or suspicion <br />Your eyes confide in what they see <br />Seen by what they gaze at. <br /> <br />Confidence of crystal <br />Between two mirrors <br />At night your eyes are lost <br />To fuse waking to desire.<br /><br />Paul Eluard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nusch/
