The eye, a window to the soul,
A mirror to the heart, a story to unfold.
With iris petals, like a flower so fine,
It blooms with beauty, and a gaze divine.

Its lens, a crystal, clear and bright,
Reflects the world, in all its light.
The pupil, a doorway, to the mind's sight,
A portal to dreams, and the depths of night.

With tears, it washes, and with tears, it mourns,
The eye, a witness, to life's joys and scorns.
It sees the beauty, in every face,
And weeps with sorrow, in a lonely place.

Yet, in its gaze, a spark is lit,
A flame of hope, that never quits.
For in the eye, a light shines bright,
A beacon of love, that guides through the night.