MY Eyes 

Eyes are windows to the

Most hidden soul,

Two doorways to the mind.

A way to look into the

Back unknown,

To secrets we could

Not find.

A way to look into the

Heart of every person,

A way to see and understand

Every human need.

They lock on thoughts

Too private,

Too unbearable to explain.

Deep drowning pools

Of sadness,

When someone caused

You pain.

Like magic mirrors

They show

You're every longing dream.

Like odd molds of clay,

They express your feelings

When you want to scream.

So, if a person seems cruel

Or very far,

Just look into their eyes to see who they really are.