when he looks into my eyes,
what does he see?
does he see my soul,
as the eyes are
the windows to the soul?
does he see the fear,
i work so hard to hide
in the guise of a laughter?
does he notice the tears,
that make the eyes sparkle
or the hurt and pain,
so well hidden,
to the outside world.
when he looks into my eyes,
does he see
the hopes and dreams
therein lie?
the desires burning so fervently;
the determination?
does he see the love
the deep and pure love
that my heart has for him,
that my heart longs to be received?
when he looks into my eyes,
what does he see?
Miss Adoyo 
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They never see what we would expect, or hide, or fear… they simply see what they believe. What would you have him believe?
the truth Enreal. i would like him to look into my eyes and see me for who i am without any masks or whatever..
Ahhh, the age old notion that the eyes are the windows to our souls.
I love this. I truly do. I have a deep fascination with eyes, how they can convey so much silently, and how beautiful they are. You captured this well, Imperfectous. 🙂
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