As if my eyes were, by you, colour-dyed,
Because now looking straight at that blank sky,
All I see is the colour of your eyes.
There! there comes also the shape of them,
Clearly in round, so brightly as they shine.
Good god! Tell me if I am colour-blind.
Oh! How that same sky changes again as I blink,
The colour of all suddenly turns to pink.
Also I feel that my heart has two wings,
Flying cloud high — what is this all about? I bethink.
Insane, insane! No, I must be insane!
Suggested soundtrack: I Only Have Eyes for You by The Flamingos