Eyes are the windows to the soul <br />Throughout my life I’ve been told <br />To see into anothers heart <br />Eyes are the place to start <br /> <br />Be they hazel, green or blue <br />Black, brown color changing too <br />Matters not what color they be <br />They show what one needs to see <br /> <br />Through these windows the truth lies <br />Emotionally nothing hides <br />Clear for all too recognize <br />Displayed to the world in ones eyes <br /> <br />Evident are anger, lust and surprise <br />Fear, truth, lust, hope and despise <br />Happiness, sorrow, and confusion <br />Inside familiar eyes there is no illusion <br /> <br />To gaze deeply is an intense moment <br />For the eyes are a intimate component <br />Although prominent noticed by all <br />Often the feature hardest to recall<br /><br />vern eaker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eyes-are-the-window-to-the-soul/
