Eyes right

Turning a corner
I spy you there
Fresh as a daisy
Pretty and fair

Wonder if you
Spy me the same way?
Except for the pretty
That's not me any day

And I wonder what people think
When they first meet me
How do they feel?
What do they really see?

I know what I focus on
When greeting someone new
It's the eyes, just the eyes
Be them brown, green or blue

They're just so expressive
Windows to the soul
Can't hide what's inside
Can't be playing a role

And in these days of email
And tweets and more
I find it quite difficult
It's often a chore

To read who they are
From the words that they 'speak'
Like I just get a glimpse
Or the tiniest peek

But there are some, now
Whose words speak aloud
The meaning's quite clear
It stands out, perfectly proud

And these I feel close to
Right from the start
Like their words dive in
Reach straight to my heart

And if you're one of those
I'm happy you're here
I like to look up
And find that you're near