A Book and its Cover

 

A stranger comes into view.

Unknown and untested.

At a glance we appraise.

Clothes, hair, footwear and style.

All features are noted.

It does not take long.

A sense of the attractive is sought.

Sometimes present, sometimes not.

It is the face and its features

The hair, cheeks, lips and nose.

Which tell something but not all.

Then comes the tell tale.

The eyes which betray all.

Into these we peer and search.

Warmth, fear, nonchalance.

The eyes not only see but also speak.

Life's experience lies in these spheres.

From the eyes you will come to know.

Who it is and not what appears to be.

They mirror the soul and harbour the true self.