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They’re large when surprised, and they can grow really, really wide
But when they start to smile, they are so narrow, with the very cute crow feet beside
Crinkling some would say, but nobody will about that minor detail really mind
As they truly are smiling, emotionally, mentally, without any qualm inside
Then there is the angry expression, the one not to be confused by the hangry brought on
As sometimes, due to reasons, feelings hurt and such, the beast within grows
And then an outward tantrum will be thrown, the fire certainly burning in the irises now narrow
But that thankfully not for too long, as long as there is a good solution to give strong
They’re mostly the same colour, with variants depending on the beholder of course
Golden hues, green flecks, blues and even a few whites, mostly though, they’re brown eyes
Written in their genetic code the scientists would say, but hey
A little variety never really hurt, and so, some uniqueness is not really unheard of
No matter the colour though, not the variant, even the state of mind the holders of said eyes
They are the clones’ eyes, pretty and alluring, sometimes even assuring
And so once having fallen into the inviting pools of those marvellous globes seeing into souls
Well, there really can be no other option ahead, than to fall for them, the eyes I said!
As they certainly are expressive ones, certainly having had the onlooker at,
Well, guess blink hello?