Windows to the Soul

In depths of hue or crystal clear,

Two orbs that hold both joy and fear,

Mirrors of our heart's desire,

Reflecting sparks of inner fire.

They speak of tales yet to be told,

In whispers soft or gaze so bold,

With every blink, a silent prayer,

For love, for hope, for solace there.

Oceans deep or skies of blue,

Or emerald greens like morning dew,

They captivate, they mesmerize,

Revealing truths and countless lies.

Through tears that trace a silent plea,

Or laughter dancing carelessly,

Eyes weave a tale beyond disguise,

Unveiling souls beneath the guise.

So cherish every glance you see,

For in those eyes, the truth will be,

A symphony of light and shade,

Where dreams and destinies are laid.