a poem - Green eyes

I cannot hide my eyes from your smile
and cannot avoid smile to your eyes.

I couldn't caress your tired face every morning
neither kiss your pale hands under the silent night.

It was a shy winter illusion,
an unnecessary battle of pagan Gods.

But I still dream with unknown golden words

and a marble silent beauty.

Have your green eyes cursed me?
or is my sadness that claim your name.

I cannot hide my eyes from your smile

and cannot avoid smile to your eyes.

                                         Carlos Lopez, March 2012.