Eyes are the window to the soul
Her eyes were two pieces of coal
They shined bright never to grow old
The world saw her as proud and cold
The shutters were locked, the curtains drawn
Stuck inside her head she was withdrawn
Her eyes never betrayed her, she was an enigma
Although she said little she had a certain charisma
To know her was to try  to understand her mind
To show herself; she was hardly inclined
Her thoughts were profound
Her head in the clouds; her feet on the ground
I'm in love with the girl with black eyes
When I talk with her time flies
She's hard to keep as she's always moving
If it were possible she'd be the one I'd be choosing
In her own world she's free and graceful
To be just a spectator is fairly painful
I'm the hunter she's the deer
Every time I get close she's gone from the clear
The girl with black eyes glides through my dreams
The girl with black eyes; is she who she seems?