Here's a poem I wrote not long ago..

His eyes...
I've never seen anything like it.
I've never seen anything so beautiful.
I've never seen anything so pure.
His eyes...those brown eyes..
The eyes that never lie.
Then why do his words? What does he have to hide?

Nothing.

He knows his eyes cannot hide from mine.
I see his soul every time.
It's like a mirror, the window to his heart.
Full of hidden secrets buried within them, like a work of art.

In his eyes I see what I need to see.
When his eyes meet mine, I feel what I need to feel.
Sometimes his eyes smile, sometimes they cry but no matter
what his mouth says, I know the truth.
I know how he really feels about me because
eyes never lie...

Nice work! Sometimes it's hard to read eyes, we see in them what we want to see...so be careful.

Thank you! To be honest, I don't think we see what we want. Maybe in many situations that is the case, but I am able to read in someone's eyes. I am better at it if it's a person who I know well and is close to my heart. You know what they say: they eyes are the window to the soul.. I believe that is true.

Great Job!
I feel the same about eyes to be honest. No matter what the lips are telling you; you can see the pain or love and hurt in someones eyes. Well written! Keep up the good work

Good poem. Poetry is such an amazing form of writing because there are no restrictions.