Eyes they're brown, blue, gray, or green, <br />Can be happy, sad, mad, or mean. <br /> <br />Eyes they sit above the nose, <br />Windows open, windows close. <br /> <br />Come on inside, look around, <br />Stories waiting to be found. <br /> <br />See the passion, or despair, <br />Pages blank are truly rare. <br /> <br />When you look into the eyes, <br />You will see they tell no lies. <br /> <br />Sparkles gone or dull of hue, <br />Story of pain they tell you. <br /> <br />Blinking, shifting, left, or right, <br />Beware, beware, all's not right. <br /> <br />Mothers do it, fathers, too, <br />Read their children's eyes so true. <br /> <br />So look deep to see their goal, <br />The eyes~Windows to the soul.<br /><br />Teresa Dearing<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/windows-to-the-soul-3/
