I wish I had eyes like the ones they describe in books. You know the kind that are all like her eyes were bold emeralds with light piercing through them or his eyes were a delicate mixture of softness, mystery and a hazy blue.

What sits in a persons eyes
Read between the lines- the lines of the face that is
What events sculpted it, what emotions weathered it
buried hurt seeping through 
It's not undetectable- you have to watch long enough