Some days dark and brooding,
Others are bright and full of life.
Look into her eyes,
And tell me what you see.
Do you see the color changes?
Silver, aqua, and then deep blue,
Are they azure like the midday sky?
Or do you see more than just color?
What is behind the eyes that she hides?
Could it be love,
Or could it be hate?
Only those close to her can tell you.
Eyes are her soul,
Letting you know where she stands.
Whether she is scared,
Or whether she is content.
When she smiles, her eyes glimmer with rays of sunshine,
That reflects off of the snow-capped mountains.
Down and disturbed, her eyes go dark.
Dark like a storm that has invaded the night sky,
Lightning flashing.
What will the color be next?
Only she knows,
And sometimes even for her,
That's an impossibility.
Guessing is called the game;
What to expect,
And never knowing when,
Is the prize.
She might walk like an angel,
But may have the eyes of Satan himself!
A word to the wise,
Don't turn you back on this temptress.
Her eyes might say yes,
But does her heart?
Watch closely,
Remember the color.
Knowing her will give you the answer.
