It was all in her eyes,

Eyes that showed the real her.

Through her eyes, you could see past those smiling lips.

Eyes that were loud, loud like pounding drums

Eyes that were colder than a winter night.

Minute by minute, you could learn more of her story,

All just by looking into her eyes.

Eyes of a black crow-

Eyes that made your heart beat like hail beating on your window

Her eyes always dancing with worry-back and forth.

The eyes of acceptance, yet eyes of rage.

The eyes of sadness-creeks of water pour.

Pour over mountainous folds of skin under her eyes

From sleepless nights.

Her sleeves on her blouse were wrinkled,

Perhaps from wiping her wet face.

You could see her whole world through her eyes.

I choose to keep looking.