I love eyes. Especially those that I can swim in.
You can read so much in eyes. Many, including me, believe that they are the windows to the soul.
(If such a thing as a soul really exists. They're certainly a window to the owner.)
They reflect our inner selves. They reveal so much about us and our current feelings and mood. They give away so much information at a glance that we use them to assess people. Instantly. Sunlasses. What's behind? What are they hiding? Why don't they want me to see? What don't they want me to see!
Sure if the Sun is shining like a torch then understood. But inside? Cloudy?
Eyes
Yes, we're repelled by some and seduced by others.
That's their power.
Eyebrows too. I feel great empathy and sympathy for those undergoing Chemotherapy. It often leads to loss of hair on their eyebrows. A loss of readable expression?
Eyes
How they move, where they look. How they look.
Sad
Angry
Drunk
Depressed
Bored
Sexy
Happy
Jovial
Sober
Alive
Interested
Excited
add your own adjectives. I'm sure the list is endless. Eyes are limitless in their expression. Reading them PROPERLY, CORRECTLY, AS MEANT, is the bitch - the hard part. Beauty, as always, lies in the eye of the beholder.
Wonder how many people will get the pacenotes.....
Woof
Some beautiful eyes.

Freckles. Yum.

We know this lady

She who should WILL be obeyed


You gonna win a staring competition with this?

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We know this young lady too

More lines than a cocaine dealer but beautiful eyes
