In the eyes
The portal to the soul, as I look in I know I am not whole. The skin withers, the hair grays, bones may soften through all my days. It is within the depth of your brown eyes that I find a piece of me I have left behind.
The portal to the soul, as I look in I know I am not whole. The skin withers, the hair grays, bones may soften through all my days. It is within the depth of your brown eyes that I find a piece of me I have left behind.