Eyes are the windows to the soul
Throughout my life I’ve been told
To see into anothers heart
Eyes are the place to start
Be they hazel, green or blue
Black, brown color changing too
Matters not what color they be
They show what one needs to see
Through these windows the truth lies
Emotionally nothing hides
Clear for all too recognize
Displayed to the world in ones eyes
Evident are anger, lust and surprise
Fear, truth, lust, hope and despise
Happiness, sorrow, and confusion
Inside familiar eyes there is no illusion
To gaze deeply is an intense moment
For the eyes are a intimate component
Although prominent noticed by all
Often the feature hardest to recall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb.. i wanted to write on this too.. but this is epic.. Thanks for sharing! ! ! 10