The windows of the soul
Tell the truth
Even while the lips lie
Eyes
convey the
innermost emotions
that overflow
in a rushing tide
Eyes, so often
abound,
with pain
While the face tries to smile
Eyes,
Convey guilt
Unasked
Lowering lashes
all the while
Eyes show mirth
While the face is sad
And cry, while the face
Tries to smile
Eyes can reproach and
while lips plead innocence,
show guilt and guile
Eyes can light up with laughter
Or while lowered
Display a desire to hide,
Eyes can convey volumes
Flash brightly with scorn,
And sarcastically deride
The language of the eyes
Spoken softly in flashes of light
Or a twinkle
Add such charm to a smile
on a face, a frown, or a wrinkle
blessed are those
which have the gift of the miracle of sight,
For eyes remain,
the windows of the the soul
Till they close in the final sleep
Of the longest night
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