The eyes tell a story, giving more than a clue
of the person inside, the real part of you.
They hold back some secrets, never let it be said,
that everyone is open, like a book to be read.
Eyes can flash with anger, soften with love
harden with hate, a fist in a velvet glove.
Endless tears can well, shimmering like dew,
softening the heart, ‘til a sparkle shines thro’.
Mischief can reign, twinkling laughter can show,
the eyes lead the way, the lips follow on slow.
A wink, a teasing look, perhaps a knowing glance,
without a clue from the eyes, you haven’t a chance.
Eyes are described as a gateway to the soul,
as the key to knowing a person as a whole.
So, look into these eyes, tell what you see,
for if you read wrongly, then where will you be?
Penn © 2025