In silent whispers, eyes convey,
A language pure, no words betray.
They shine with truth, or hide in shade,
Emotions raw, or softly swayed.

Through joy and sorrow, gleams the light,
A spark of hope, in darkest night.
They speak of dreams, both lost and found,
A tale untold, without a sound.

In fleeting glances, worlds unfold,
Secrets guarded, stories old.
They mirror love, and sometimes fear,
A silent cry, a single tear.

So look within, and you will see,
The endless depths of mystery.
For eyes reveal, what hearts conceal,
The truest form of what we feel.