I do not believe that “eyes are the window to the soul”. If they are, I was born without the ability to see it. Someone’s soul, that is.
Chocolate brown eyes winked & smiled while dripping with lies that formed murky puddles of cruelty.
Greenish hazel eyes that once sparkled happiness became broken bits of dirty glass on a sidewalk.
Blue grey eyes that used to dance over my face eventually turned into a frozen pond reflecting nothing back.
I can see the beauty in someone’s eyes, but just as you would admire a smile. It is a physical quality, made attractive by personality. Perhaps that saying about eyes being windows is more meaningful when considering what we take in, and how we let it shape our own soul.
Eyes can deceive, just as hearts do.