Your Eyes

Politically Poetic

 They say the eyes are windows to your soul.
 Your pupils. Oh, they can show
    Pain, joy, and pleasures.
    The anger, fear, sadness.
    The pupils, they can measure!
         Your pupils. Oh, they reveal.
         The secrecy, the depth inside
    What lips can’t say, said by your eyes.
    Your eyes don’t lie.
 They captivate, intrigue, they lure
 They glare, stare even fear.
     They tell the whole life that they endure.
     They paralyze, they magnetize
     Seduce, confuse.
 They radiate distinctduende.
    No words, no action can amend
    What eyes can comprehend.

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