The Eyes
They believe what they see.
They believe no lies.
They cannot be deceived;
Those beautiful eyes.
They come in all colors-
Green, brown, or blue.
They’ll stare at something wonderful.
They are all true.
If eyes are the windows to the soul,
What will yours look like?
Will they be as beautiful as gold,
Or as cold as ice?
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