His eyes...

I've never seen anything like it.
I've never seen anything so beautiful.
I've never seen anything so pure.
His eyes...those brown eyes..
The eyes that never lie. 
Then why do his words? What does he have to hide?

Nothing.

He knows his eyes cannot hide from mine.
I see his soul every time.
It's like a mirror, the window to his heart.
Full of hidden secrets buried within them, like a work of art.

In his eyes I see what I need to see.
When his eyes meet mine, I feel what I need to feel.
Sometimes his eyes smile, sometimes they cry but no matter
what his mouth says, I know the truth.
I know how he really feels about me because 
eyes never lie...