I know not why. I’m obsessed with your eyes,
The kind of eyes, one sees, one cries.
They are like mine.
There’s a story to tell.
Have we both been through hell?
Are we connected?
Through time and space?
Are there scars behind your face?
If eyes are windows to the soul,
I’d like to come inside.
And learn those secrets,
Behind those eyes,
You hide.
