Your Eyes Are Window Of Mind Poem by Natasa To

Your eyes are windows of the mind,
Quiet doors no lock can bind.
In every glance, a story stays,
Like hidden stars behind the haze.



They speak in storms, they speak in light,
In restless dark and gentle bright.
A thousand thoughts pass softly through,
And every one feels close to you.



When words grow tired and fall apart,
Your eyes still paint the truest art.
They carry dreams you never say,
And fears you try to hide away.



So when I look into their glow,
I see the depths you rarely show—
A universe both wild and kind,
Your eyes, the windows of your mind.



Your eyes are windows of the mind,
Quiet doors no lock can bind.
In every glance, a story stays,
Like hidden stars behind the haze.



They speak in storms, they speak in light,
In restless dark and gentle bright.
A thousand thoughts pass softly through,
And every one feels close to you.



When words grow tired and fall apart,
Your eyes still paint the truest art.
They carry dreams you never say,
And fears you try to hide away.



So when I look into their glow,
I see the depths you rarely show—
A universe both wild and kind,
Your eyes, the windows of your mind.