Little girl so young and tender braids are thrown upon her back in the pages of her book the world is white and black She is wearing heavy glasses far from who she dreamt to be little one, her father tells her, close your eyes and see... The eyes of love don´t know your name don´t see the color of your skin the eyes of love don´t know where you´ve been the eyes of love don´t know your age don´t see the lines you try to hide the eye of love see only what´s inside Little girl has grown and flowered glasses tiny, in her eyes she can see a lot more clearly, still at night she cries Never happy with the mirror she will shun all who adore little one her father tells her open up your door... The eyes of love... The light shining bright from your heart..