The eyes, speak to my heart, the depths of their meaning convey so much more than their purpose. The eyes are meant to see, provide vision amongst those who wish to avoid the risk of being blinded by the truth. The truth, some say it hurts, but does it really? The pain from hearing such bliss can be seen as cruel, why? I too was once a women who neglected to see the truth, from the very eyes that stared within mine. I say within, because these eye didn't look at me, ,but within. Within the volumes of my soul, the boldness of my spirit. These eyes, the iris, beautifully brown, spoke words to my being. A barrier formed during the connection of our eyes, from the pain that they'd endured prior to seeing these eyes. Past eyes have looked into mine, with lust , almost like wearing contacts as if to say that these eyes were fake, they spoke at me, but not within me. But your eyes, your eyes speak love to me, your eyes speak words that your heart cannot express. Your eyes are strong, powerful, distinct. " The truth hurts," yet does it really? Cause the truth I see, stared right at me. I guess the truth hurts after all, I hurt when I look into those beautiful eyes, because I couldn't see past the hurt of the contacts to envision that the truth had finally stared within this whole time, you. You are the truth, and the only reason it hurts , is because I couldn't see your eyes sooner.