In quiet corners where shadows blend,
Where whispers flutter and soft sighs wend,
The heart speaks volumes, though lips remain still,
For eyes are the windows, the truth they fulfill.

A fleeting glance, a spark in the dark,
Reveals hidden stories, ignites a small spark.
In depths of their gaze, the tempest resides,
While silence conceals what the spirit abides.

A lover’s sweet gaze, a tempestuous hue,
Hides tender confessions wrapped tight in the blue.
Yet warmth can betray with a flicker of light,
As joy morphs to sorrow, then dances from sight.

In meetings of strangers, those bright, curious eyes,
Can capture the laughter or cloak silent cries.
A darting of lashes, a flicker of fear, ...