If the only thing
You could see
Were my eyes
What would you read?
Would you interpet
The gleam in my eyes
As tears or mischief?
Would you recognize
The shuttered closing
When I hide my thoughts
Or the faraway look
When surmursed in dreams?
Would you know the fiery glint of anger
The doe eyed look of surprise
The wide revealing glimpse
When you see through my disguise
Perhaps you would
And then my eyes
Would shine with pride and love