Je hebt parels en diamanten
hebt alles wat je hartje begeert.
En óók nog de mooiste ogen.
M'n liefje wat wil je nog meer?

En op die aandoenlijke ogen
schreef ik een lied, keer op keer.
Een vlucht van gevleugelde woorden.
M'n liefje wat wil je nog meer?

Maar die 'aandoenlijke' ogen
op mij, ze deden zó'n zeer
dat jij me te gronde gericht hebt.
M'n liefje wat wil je nog meer?

(Seth Gaaikema)

I love your eyes, my darling friend, Their play so passionate and bright'ning, When a sudden stare up you send, And like a heaven-blown lightning, It'd take in all from end to end But there's more that I admire: Your eyes when they're downcast In bursts of love-inspired fire And through the eyelash goes fast A somber, dull call of desire..

The sunshine of thine eyes, (O still celestial beam!)
Whatever it touches it fills With the life of its lambent gleam. The sunshine of thine eyes, Oh, let it fall on me!
Though I be but a mote of the air, I could turn to gold for thee.

Your eyes show the strength of your soul.

I want you to have this,
all the beauty in my eyes,
and the grace of my mouth,
all the splendor of my strength,
all the wonder of the musk parts of my body,
for are we not talking about real love, real love?”

Sun-blistered ships on opal seas,
Pacific stars split round the skies,
What have I now to do with these
Who know the wonder of your eyes?

I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen.

Your eyes smile peace.

You have the greatest soul, the noblest nature, the sweetest, most loving heart I have ever known, and my love, my reverence, my admiration for you, you have increased in one evening as I should have thought only a lifetime of intimate, loving association could have increased them. You are more wonderful and lovely in my eyes than you ever were before; and my pride and joy and gratitude that you should love me with such a perfect love are beyond all expression, except in some great poem which I cannot write.

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

"I like you; your eyes are full of language."

[Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]

Sweet Love say
Where, how and when
What do you want of me?

Yours I am, for You I was born:
What do you want of me? . . .

Every time I look into your lovely eyes,
I see a love that money just can't buy.
One look from you, I drift away.
I pray that you are here to stay.<p>Anything you want, you got it.
Anything you need, you got it.
Anything at all, you got it.
Baby.

Look deep in the eyes of love
And find out what you were looking for.