In the quiet gaze of twilight’s embrace,
Eyes speak in whispers of ancient lore,
Tales of dreams woven in silken grace,
Silent echoes on the heart’s soft shore.

Mirrors of the soul, they softly reveal,
A dance of shadows and radiant light,
Truths long hidden, yet tenderly real,
In their depths, lives hope burning bright.

Underneath the arch of a gentle brow,
Worlds unfold in a mere fleeting glance,
A universe of stories here and now,
In each reflection, a soulful dance.

Eyes, the keepers of time’s gentle flow,
Guardians of secrets, tender and wise,
Within their depths, eternal rivers glow,
A timeless journey through endless skies.