Her Eyes

Everybody knows that girl...

They glisten and sparkle in the sunlight,
A shade of greenish-blue,
Accenting her every movement;
She is not like her friends.
Her eyes are wise and pure.
Her beauty surpasses the encounter,
Her initial, outward appearance
It is not her soft face
Nor her hair, like silk
But her eyes that follow me
Dancing with everything she sees
Moving as she is still.
They reveal her, expose her,
But only to the few who are willing to look.