Eyes, the windows to the soul\'s expanse,
Reflecting emotions in a fleeting glance.
Pools of depth, where stories reside,
Unveiling truths, nowhere to hide.
In irises\' hues, secrets softly gleam,
Mirrors of the soul, like a tranquil stream.
Emotions ripple, a silent ballet,
In the windows that speak what words can\'t convey.
Gaze into the soul\'s vast frontier,
Where joy and sorrow may appear.
Windows open to the universe within,
A cosmic journey, where feelings begin.
Eyes, the storytellers, silent and wise,
Conveying tales beneath the skies.
In those windows, a universe whole,
A sacred connection to the heart and soul.