It is said that eyes are the window to the soul.

I climb a tree barefoot with childlike enthusiasm and look down at you with eyes reflecting the rich brownish green of the forest.

I march to cadence weary yet determined; staring straight ahead with eyes that reflect the steely gray blue of the sky.

I stand on the beach with an easel before me, trying to mix the perfect color of the sun that gives a yellowish glow to my eyes.

I lay in bed beckoning you to join me with eyes that are darkened with desire and the color of the chocolate you put in my mouth.

What color will you see when you stand before me?