They say that eyes,

Are the window to the soul.

Do thry sparkle and shine?

Are they sad and dull?

Are your eyes affected,

By the tone of others?

Are they shattered and rejected,

By guilt, are you smothered?

Do your eyes reflect,

The emotion held inside?

Do your thoughts shine through?

Or are they the shield you hide behind?

Do you cover your eyes,

With a flair of personality?

Or with the darkness of a brush,

Hide your individuality?

They say that eyes,

Are the window to the soul,

That without words, only expression,

We can say more than we truly know.