Eyes are the windows to the soul.
People learn to control their emotions as they grow older and mature. Different experiences of their lives teach them to keep their feelings, language, behavior and facial expressions in check yet one look at the eyes and the beans are spilled.
How difficult it is, to camouflage the laughter that does not reach the eyes. The pain that reflects in the eyes. The joy which spills from the eyes. The desire which burns in the eyes. The maturity and knowledge obvious in the eyes that demands respect.
Hate someone and no degree of politeness can mask the hatred in the eyes, love someone and nothing in the world can mask the way you look at “The One”.
People learn to control their emotions as they grow older and mature. Different experiences of their lives teach them to keep their feelings, language, behavior and facial expressions in check yet one look at the eyes and the beans are spilled.
How difficult it is, to camouflage the laughter that does not reach the eyes. The pain that reflects in the eyes. The joy which spills from the eyes. The desire which burns in the eyes. The maturity and knowledge obvious in the eyes that demands respect.
Hate someone and no degree of politeness can mask the hatred in the eyes, love someone and nothing in the world can mask the way you look at “The One”.
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