You can see in her eyes,
changing like the seasons.
Her sad eyes,
her cold eyes,
her bright eyes.
The pain behind her eyes,
like glass, reflects her failures.
The love behind her eyes,
like a mirror, reflects her adorations.
The knowledge behind her eyes,
like water, it flows into you.
Look into her eyes, there you will find a place to stay.
Cold and clean,
warm and comforting,
whatever you need.
