They say eyes are windows to the soul,

For you, it’s true, I see the whole,

Extraordinary, wonderful person you are,

My touchstone and my shooting star.

Your eyes show compassion and belief,

They bring me succour and relief,

They stretch my mind, they ease my pain,

They make me smile and laugh again.

They stroke me like a soft caress,

They’re full of hope and tenderness,

They’re subtle, loving, gentle, tender,

They have a certain jewel-like splendour.

They’re kind, forgiving, loving, true,

They always see the clearer view,

Your eyes display your unique heart,

That always takes another’s part.

They show a strong, protective urge,

In them, these instincts linger, merge.

For them, the world’s a treasure chest,

Of information, to learn, digest.

Through them, this life’s exciting, new,

Above all, your eyes are the essence of you.

And there’s one truth, of which I’m sure,

These sentiments are honest, pure,

So I confess, I’m a devotee,

For when you look my way, you just see me….