The eyes, they say, are windows to the soul A language spoken without words A glance, a gaze, can tell a story That no tongue could ever be heard In the language of eyes, there are no lies Only truth, pure and unadulterated A look can convey love, happiness, surprise Or betray secrets that were never stated The eyes can dance with joy and merriment Or weep with sorrow and despair They can twinkle with mischief and excitement Or stare with a solemn, steady glare The language of eyes is universal It transcends borders, cultures, and time It speaks directly to the heart and soul And needs no translation or rhyme So let us cherish the language of eyes And learn to read what they have to say For in those fleeting glances and lingering stares We may find the truth that lights our way