Eyes--two lanterns in the dark,
Flickers of soul. soft and stark.
They hold the storms we try to hide,
And every tear we've ever cried.
In silence, they can scream and speak,
Of moments strong, of days we're weak.
They whisper truths no tongue could tell,
In every blink, a woven spell.
They see the world, but more than that,
Reflect the scars where we once sat.
They sparkle love, they glint with fear.
They guard the past we keep so near.
Eyes meet eyes, and time stands still,
A look can wound, a glance can heal.
So much unsaid, so much to feel
-- Eyes don't lie. They're always real
