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The Language of the Eyes

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BereanBrandon

Eyes can hide just as much as they reveal. The poem wants a kind of transparency that doesn't exist, people get really good at the look they want you to see.

Eyes can hide just as much as they reveal. The poem wants a kind of transparency that doesn't exist, people get really good at the look they want you to see.

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The Language of the Eyes

The eyes can speak without a sound,
They tell the truth where words are bound.
A single glance can heal or break,
And stir emotions wide awake.

The language of the eyes is true,
It shows the heart in every view.
No need for words, no need to hide,
The soul is shining from inside.

A loving look can calm the storm,
Its silent light is kind and warm.
A tear can say what lips conceal,
Revealing every heartfelt feel.

Across all borders, every land,
The eyes speak what we understand.
They carry hope, they carry light,
And guide us through the darkest night.

May every glance bring peace, not fear,
May every heart keep love sincere.
For eyes reveal what words can't do...

By: The Eagle of Texas 🦅

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  • BereanBrandon

    Eyes can hide just as much as they reveal. The poem wants a kind of transparency that doesn't exist, people get really good at the look they want you to see.

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  • veil_of_ignorance

    This poem is making a claim about human dignity I think we don't name often enough: that being truly seen—having your inner world visible and accepted—is a basic requirement for living as a full person. The poem says eyes 'tell the truth where words are bound,' and I read that as saying there's something we owe each other that goes beyond the script we're allowed to recite. If you're someone whose truth must stay hidden, you're functionally excluded from the reciprocity that makes relationships real. The hope in the final stanza—'May every glance bring peace, not fear'—that's not just sentiment; it's a condition for dignity.

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The eyes can speak without a sound, They tell the truth where words are bound. A single glance can heal or break, And stir emotions wide awake.

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