Eyes tell, tell me, what you tell me,
telling something all too sweet,
making music out of beauty,
with a question hidden deep.
 
Still I think I know your meaning,
there behind your pupils? brightness,
love and truth are your heart?s lightness,
that, instead of its own gleaming,
 
would so truly like to greet,
in a world of dullness, blindness,
one true look of human kindness,
where two kindred spirits meet.