How can I blame them

How can I escape so many eyes I can't either blame them, they are not actually wrong. They have seen four eyes glued to a thread Really those two deep eyes lead me to the horizon, a narrow river flowing

left, vast green field around How many times I imagined your hands in mine I tempted to touch your hair, lips Now I am on the boundary line of dream and reality. Between colourful life and censorship of so many eyes. But why should I deprive me from heavenly joys? Who will stop floating of the clouds, Flowing of the rivers, singing of the birds? Yet I want to see your flourish, freedom like a bird, reputation intact Your whole world is my resting resort.