All the trees all their branches all of their leaves <br />The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse <br />Far off the sea that your eye bathes <br />These images of day after day <br />The vices the virtues so imperfect <br />The transparency of men passing among them by chance <br />And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies <br />Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips <br />The vices the virtues so imperfect <br />The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer <br />The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours <br />The imitation of words attitudes ideas <br />The vices the virtues so imperfect <br /> <br /> <br />Love is man incomplete<br /><br />Paul Eluard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-far-as-my-eye-can-see-in-my-body-s-senses/
