Eyes of Wonder

They say the eyes are the window to the soul When looking at yours, I wonder what secrets they may hold Could it be that you're mistrusting, lost , or empty? Or is it alot more to you than what you allow people to see The same intense eyes that exude charisma and confidence Are the very same that seem to be filled with sadness Whenever you're engulfed in a sea of people you still remain to be an individual and not just "a name" A humble, God fearing man, even with your "claim to fame" By yourself or in a crowd in your eyes say lonely Or maybe what I see in you, are the traits recognizebly mirrored in me In writing this, (like every other poem) I ask God, "who could this be pertaining to?" He said, I'll take care of that part, you just keep using this gift I've given you. So, to whom this may concern if this is too your story Keep your head up, and I'll pray for you, and you pray for me Be Blessed