January82013
Day 8 
The eyes are windows of the heart
Wherein transparency will show
A myriad feelings to impart
From where in sadness, tears do flow.

The eyes will say contents of heart
The speech two lovers freely speak, 
For Silence eloquently starts
Romance in muted communique.

The eyes are windows of all cares, 
Display the sad and wearied soul; 
Distant looks and empty stares
Reveal a man who is not whole.

His weak attempts to somehow hide
What’s clearly felt and seen-
Will showcase all the stuff inside
Deep secrets of where love had been.

The eyes are windows too of kindness
Touching looks that give embrace, 
Blessing one words of forgiveness
Of bitter hurts there is no trace.

The eyes of Love are open windows, 
Giving joy, shared happiness; 
Reaching forth to let one know
It always seeks to bless with goodness.

Day 8 
The eyes are windows of the heart
Wherein transparency will show
A myriad feelings to impart
From where in sadness, tears do flow.

The eyes will say contents of heart
The speech two lovers freely speak,
For Silence eloquently starts
Romance in muted communique.

The eyes are windows of all cares,
Display the sad and wearied soul;
Distant looks and empty stares
Reveal a man who is not whole.

His weak attempts to somehow hide
What’s clearly felt and seen-
Will showcase all the stuff inside
Deep secrets of where love had been.

The eyes are windows too of kindness
Touching looks that give embrace,
Blessing one words of forgiveness
Of bitter hurts there is no trace.

The eyes of Love are open windows,
Giving joy, shared happiness;
Reaching forth to let one know
It always seeks to bless with goodness.

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