In the depths of azure seas, your eyes reside,
Whispering tales of ancient lore and dreams untold,
A silent symphony, where secrets softly glide,
Through the mirrored windows, a story unfolds.

Their glistening surface reflects the morning dew,
Capturing sunlight in a delicate embrace,
A world within them, ever fresh and new,
As emotions dance upon your gentle face.

In moments of sorrow, they shimmer with grace,
Oceans of tears that speak of hidden pain,
Yet in their depth, a resilient trace,
Of strength that rises, time and time again.

They are the beacons in the darkest night,
Guiding lost souls with their radiant light,
Eyes that see beyond the mere sight,
To the very essence, pure and bright.