Windows to the soul

Eyes, the windows to the soul's expanse,

Reflecting emotions in a fleeting glance.

Pools of depth, where stories reside,

Unveiling truths, nowhere to hide.

In irises' hues, secrets softly gleam,

Mirrors of the soul, like a tranquil stream.

Emotions ripple, a silent ballet,

In the windows that speak what words can't convey.

Gaze into the soul's vast frontier,

Where joy and sorrow may appear.

Windows open to the universe within,

A cosmic journey, where feelings begin.

Eyes, the storytellers, silent and wise,

Conveying tales beneath the skies.

In those windows, a universe whole,

A sacred connection to the heart and soul.