If the eyes are the windows to our soul
Then I want to know your pane
I want to gaze through your glass
Be the one who you let in
And who can speak to your past
If the eyes are the windows to your soul
I want to feel the rain as it begins to pour
Then bask in the sun when the clouds fade away
I want to experience your coldest winter
Then build you a raging fire
If the eyes are the windows to my soul
Then maybe I could hold you close
As the embers crumble to ash
Stare into your eyes once more
And climb out of the pane I’m in
If the eyes are the window to our souls
- Casey Noack