The light or darkness
of inner soul
seen deeply in the eyes
of the few that open up
for you
it's rare
What is in an eye color?
Is there lightning behind
the pallet of hues?
Is pure light and happiness
seen thru the eyes boldly?
Hazel eyes, your language is sweet
we speak the same dialect,
from your loving village.
Hazel eyes, you've shown me
the dry heights
and the wet depths
You've eyed me with fire
and desire
and anger
Hazel eyes, I speak your language
there is no hiding from me,
in those
Hazel eyes....... ~o.O~
I reside by and by
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I would like to translate this poem
The eyes are the soul of the person. Look into their look into their soul. excellent writing