Eloquence in her eyes, a silent symphony,
A tale told through glances, a dance so free.
Her gaze spoke volumes, without a word,
In the language of eyes, her feelings were stirred.
A silent eloquence, in each thoughtful look,
Conveying emotions like an open book.
Her eyes, a canvas of stories untold,
A universe of feelings, in their depths, unfold.
-Snowflake-
