The Eyes Talk

I lust after the silent ocular language, The dialect only expressed by the eyes, A pure, reflective and honest mirror, Whose reflection feeds the soul. Whenever one doesn’t talk much, Look purposely at their eyes, They will always smash the truth, Speaking a thousand words in a moment of silence. When she is not very expressive, Her eyes can give you the assurance you need, And tell how she feels about you, Some kisses are given with the eyes. The eyes are a mirror of the soul, Manifesting courage and strength, Similarly depicting weakness and fear, You can always see it clearly.