Eyes

She carries her soul in those eyes of hers
And you will always know what's going on inside,
Whether she's happy and her eyes are sparkling
Like the crown jewels in June's sweet sunny days...
Or if she's feeling naughty you'll see the Devils smiling
As they pull her tongue across her cherry lips.
You'll know her every intention when she looks your way,
From buying you a drink to giving her your way,
She'll pinpoint quickly your every push and pull
Until you're melted ice cubes on the dirty floor.
But when she's broken hearted, she'll shown you that one too,
Eyes black and shiny like obsidian jewels...
You'll know how much she hurting and you'll be praying too,
Praying that the heartbreak didn't come from you.