My eyes are the clear windows to my soul,
I close them like curtains to hide, conceal,
A secret that has left a burning hole,
In my heart that has a truth to reveal.
It's obvious that I'm a fool in love,
As rain falls on the clear windows in tears,
Eyes can't lie, honesty they're part of,
Do the windows reflect my hopes and fears?
In mirror images you see the truth,
The curtains are opened to my clear soul,
Mystery gone, can't tell you an untruth,
Just want to run in arms that will console.