Each time those sparkling emeralds are observed a different story

unfolds before me

A tale of intrigue today perhaps

or mystery tomorrow?

Brow furled or unfurled, eyeliner or eye

shadow, to disguise truths.

 

There are days when the real personality peeps through eyes so beautiful

But on other occasions proffering sadness and sympathy, but without asking or giving indication, just transparent human nature.

To enquire as to her state of mind or body would endanger any true friendship one feels.  

 

Silence is therefore indeed golden in situations of a most delicate nature, and in any case, to upset this dream maker would be incorrect, as well as underserved. Yes very much so.

I will continue to gaze covertly into those twin lakes of Caribbean amber, pools of inscrutable mystique lying within.

 

Therefore, let her eyes continue to talk and excite.

Excite and talk, talk and excite

        her eyes excite

             her eyes excite, excite, excite