If you could read her eyes You would know all that she hides Beneath her beguilingly worn smile Maybe there's a soul that cries. If you could read her eyes You would know how beautifully she lies When the world rests dormant in the darkest while Maybe you would discern her sighs. Her eyes that are an exquisite hue of caramel Would tell you that this world's been cruel Enshrouded beneath the envelope of altruism The gashes of her heart are brutal. You would not once descry her tears Nor would she unveil her fears You would inevitably catch her in a jovial state For pretence is what she dears. If you could read her eyes You would know she craved to touch the skies Looking at the effulgent stars up there On the sward she lies. To the wilder moors her heart flies Oh! If only you could read her eyes.