The Eyes Have It

The eyes speak of love
of passions lust and
offspring bought.
Of truth and dare
of honour
or secrets and

The eyes speak of battles
fought or won
and gaze fondly upon
allies as friends in
times of war.

The eyes glisten and mist
with pride as they
speak of ancestors.
Of braves whose spirits
dwell in fields where
blood may have run as
a crimson tide
over some foreign

The eyes speak of
death and dying
of tears of pain and

The eyes hold a sparkle
from the stars above
to show a loved
one they care.

The eyes hold a smile
showing pleasure
and measure strangers
upon first sight.

The eyes are the
pathway to the

If my eyes ever meet you
they will hold your gaze…

Will yours do the


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