In the bottom of your eyes

In the bottom of your eyes
i see our happy lifes,
which are, like we, dancing, kissing,
crying, laughing, leaving, missing,
trying just to be somebody
(`cos it`s bad - to be nobody!)
and instead of act and word
sometimes using fire and sword...

In the bottom of your eyes -
golden dust of summer skyes,
which is falling softly, filling
with great love - from floor to ceiling, -
all old house of my tired soul...
...Look, my, dear, you have to know:

On the earth i`m happiest  man
and if i somehow, someday can
choose the way, how i will die,
so, my sweetheart, i would like
to melt, slowly, like an ice,
in the bottom of your eyes...