Eyes’ Language.

I have never been mesmerized by souls as much as the beauty of one’s eyes,

with all the discretion and silent tears that ratted me out,
with all the lies if you had studied my eyes, they have spoken the truth all the time; acting rough is useless when one’s eyes always betray.
Our eyes shout their way,
unlocked homes for robbers to break into,
unattended belongings we lock away,
they are someway sometimes unapproachable, infuriating are the eyes being uncontrollable;
a pathway to love and hate have a spell to sedate,
one’s soul is in the grip of his eyes
when in anxiety, love, or desire
with one glance they set a soul on fire.
Eyes’ language is the hardest to decipher
it’s hard not to admire the magnificence nor the eccentricity.
They own their magnetic electricity;
eyes. You exposed me all along the line.