They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul,
But in your eyes I see the window firmly shut and curtained.
I see your soul's shadow dancing about. I hear the faint music from inside.
The mystery beckons and I am enchanted by the uncertain.
Your eyes emanate suggestive suggestions without ever uttering a word.
Hide your tongue, lest my fantasy it disprove.
But let me sit at the window and stare at your soul's silhouette,
For my own soul stirs, enraptured, by the view.