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William Shakespeare once said, that the eyes are the window to ones soul, and that started making sense when our eyes collided. A gaze held longer than it should, felt like a handshake I didn't wish to let go of. Your eyes spoke volumes, but I heard none, because directly it spoke to my soul. Should I hold on a little longer or just look the other way? This short poem is about the art of eye contact, about how just a single eye contact has the power to touch ones soul. As what Shakespeare said, the eyes are the window to ones soul, then could he possibly have seen how I felt when his eyes met mine? All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems without permission in writing from the author, except by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review.
When I saw those eyes
