Window to the soul

Posted: July 26, 2016 in Art, Literature, London, Moon, Photography, Poetry, Poets, Solemn, Women

People often call eyes the windows to the soul. But what exactly do we see when we gaze into the eyes of another?


A mess of gorgeous chaos


Eyes are the windows to the soul
Throughout my life I’ve been told
To see into anothers heart
Eyes are the place to start


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


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