Los secretos de tus ojos


Cada vez que veo esos ojos
Ojos que no son verdes
no son azules
ni marrones
Pienso en ti

Esos ojos brillantes
Que apagan y encienden
De felicidad y de tristeza
Espero que de vez en cuando
Esos ojos hubieran brillado para mi

Esos ojos claros y oscuros
Lleno de tus pensamientos
Espejo de tus emociones
Alli encontraba
La estrella de mis suenos

Quizás en esos ojos
Hubiera podido encontrar
La más belleza de la vida
Lo más valiente en mi corazón
Juntos con todo lo amargo

A veces busco estos ojos
Olvidando que nunca hubieran mias
Las miradas ni las lágrimas
Los verdes ni los dorados
Que cubierta los secretos de tus ojos


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