They say, the eyes are a passageway into the soul
Say I, they are the ushers, who accept the toll
Upon taking your heart, they will open up for you
Meeting most, it seems, they are afraid to go through
That to go through, like I have, is a most wonderous choice
Perfect, a path it opens, for which you have your own voice
Someone else, who fits completely with your pitch and tone
You bond more personally, together forever, never alone
Will they keep up?
Stay in perfect harmony?
Together they'll find out.
Forever, like you and me.