Key to the soul,
Window to the heart.
Hazel or green,
Blue or brown.
They see your face,
Your smile,
Your eyes.
That reflect with
Truth and lies.
They see a reflection,
Of themselves,
And see within that,
Love and hate,
Joy and sorrow.
Many thoughts tumble
Through the mind,
Too many to register,
Not enough time.
I see you,
You see me.
We are similar,
But not all the same.
We all have secrets,
Sometimes too many to hide.
