Windows to Her Soul:

In the realm where beauty lies,

A marvel that never dies,

Are the windows to the soul, they say,

The enchanting gaze in every way.

Oh, the eyes, so wondrous and true,

Reflecting the world in their vibrant hue,

They hold secrets, tales untold,

In their depths, mysteries unfold.

Like twinkling stars on a velvet night,

They sparkle, dance with pure delight,

Unveiling emotions, love's sweet art,

A language spoken without a part.

Within their depths, a universe resides,

A canvas where passion and longing collides,

With every glance, a story unfolds,

Inscribed upon the windows of our souls.

Shades of blue, green, and shades unseen,

Mirrors of souls, where beauty convenes,

They speak of joy, of sorrow's plight,

Through tear-filled orbs or laughter's light.

The eyelashes, delicate as a butterfly's wing,

Frame the windows, adding a gentle zing,

Fluttering like whispers of tender grace,

Drawing us closer, to that sacred space.

Oh, how they enthrall with a single stare,

Mesmerizing hearts, leaving them bare,

For in those depths, a connection ignites,

A soulful bond that transcends all sights.

Eyes, the poets' muse, the artists' delight,

Capturing love's essence, shining so bright,

They paint the world with hues unseen,

Making the ordinary a masterpiece pristine.

So, cherish the eyes, those orbs divine,

For within them, a universe will always shine,

In their splendor, find the magic and awe,

And let their beauty be forever in awe.