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soul

when I look into your eyes
I am absorbed by their beauty
green and darkly sparkling
but I see something else
beyond the surface
and I remember why they’re called
the window to the soul

now I know nothing of such things
nothing of souls
I have no firm belief in any deity
but if there is such a being
when she created your eyes
she made a window that no glassmith
ever equalled
because what they show
is I guess what they call
a miracle
a depth of love
a reflection of time
an image of life itself

and I want to spend all eternity
purely enchanted