Eyes can say so much about
The
character of their possessor.
Every
bare emotion, like a mirror,
Is
reflected there in some way,
Be
it great or small.
There
is no hiding from the glare
Of
truth behind the subtle hue
Of
color in the great confessor.
The
eyes of a leader oft reflect
The
passions of their followers,
Giving
birth to dreams of change,
Kindling
the fires of hope.
The
eyes of a liar shift in their
Chameleon
impersonation,
Holding
in futility the
Frayed
ends of their dangling rope.
The
eyes of a killer can sear the landscape
Scorching
all who cross their path,
Practiced
in deceptive cunning,
Bursting
into sudden wrath.
But
the eyes of a lover hold no secrets,
Show
no quarter or deceit.
Open
to a world of giving,
Laying
Heaven at your feet.
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