Warm and Elegance
Eyes are the windows to the soul.
Throughout my life I’ve been told.
To see into another 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.
By Vern Eaker
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