Those instruments of the body
To help one see beauty and brute at once!
These are of  profound price
To the lovers rare wit,
That which they shall pay for, with their blood!
It is seldom these eyes are
The way lovers speak!

It is the eyes who speak
It is the eyes who hear
Where silence is the music of the ambiance!
Oh the ways of love
Who dares try understand them?

It is the mist that which never hides!
But often helps one lose his ways.
It is seldom these eyes are
The way lovers speak!

It is the eyes who speak
It is the eyes who hear
While they fist fight
For a naive smile, a novel price!
Oh the ways of love
Who dares try understand them?

It is the stars residing in celestial laps
But often too far off to earn!
It is seldom these eyes are
The way lovers speak!

It is the eyes who speak
It is the eyes who hear
When whispers seem too shrill
For eager foes of love to hear!
Oh the ways of love
Who dares try understand them?

It is the froth so mesmerizing
But often too frail to touch!
It is seldom these eyes are
The way lovers speak!