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.