In times before our maker breathed into the form of man
A spirit rarer than the work of goldsmiths famed of old
Since then so many seekers tried to hunt and search it out
For after all we have the brains and free will without bounds
So many lives have now been spent in search of that rare brook
Solutions to the universe and where all truth was born
Yet like the eyes set in a face their owner cannot see
What often is so plainly viewed by those who walk nearby
In much the same way answers lie upon a neighbor's face
Because the world is in one's heart and shows up in the eyes
Of others never in the seeker's mind though he may try and try
Since all the answers shine quite bright when I look in your eyes.
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