I LOOKED INTO YOUR EYES I looked into your eyes A beauty they are, indeed But what I expected

to see That was not there; indeed When I looked into your eyes I expected your soul, but I saw glazed windows

When I looked into your charming eyes I noted the brightness they exuded The hopes, the dreams, the wishes, the reality All peeking through those amazing orbs that are your eyes But, when I looked into your eyes I expected to confirm the truth of the statement The eyes are the windows to the soul.

But that was not to be, when I looked into your eyes twas a pleasurable experience, it was I got to see the little of what really exists inside Your eyes, which are the windows to your soul Amazing beauty, charm, grace, and a little more else That completed the complexity that is The human being in you

But the eyes, o, the eyes Such grace, splendor, mystique and truth A little each of all, a little less of more All these are the volumes that I read through your eyes Some interesting, some very amusing All showing the complexity of nature, human nature But like a little girl peeking from behind her mothers skirt The clarity, in being clear, was unclear As I realized that I was not looking at your soul But a reflection of me in your eyes.