Eyes, the gateway to heart,
The secret to smile,
Brings me happiness,
Meeting with yours, once in a while.
The eerie silence,
They sometime prevail,
The depth of an alley,
The vividness of the Burton ale.
The way they stare, mine, in and out,
The way they scream, without a shout,
The way they dance, on the rhyme,
May it be of a guitar, violin, or a mere chime.
I can’t figure out if they are black or blue,
I can’t just stare at you, regarding which I’ve got no fuckin’ clue!
And when suddenly, a twinkle they bear,
Leaves me sad, low, in disgust and despair.
Ocean of emotion, are your expressive eyes,
Someone rightly said “Eyes are where the happiness lies”
PS: Title courtesy @nomadwanderer