Eyes Can Speak

If eyes are windows to the soul...
I wonder what mine show others. 
Are they black abysses
that speak of the things they miss?
Are they ever-warm
despite my emotional storms?
Do they depict my pain
in some strange way?
Or are they plain
just chocolate orbs looking for something to absorb?
Regardless, 
These eyes always longed
to meet others with the depth of oceans,
And the beauty of the ancient fairy tales,
Eyes depicting vast libraries
in which my eyes and soul can be buried. 
Those are the people I'd love to meet,
To learn how they see.

Author's Note

I've been coming up with ideas on my way to sleep of late. Finally, I scrawled one down before I drifted off. This one being the topic: If eyes are the windows to the soul.... I think it's an alright piece. I had other good ones come up but I can't remember them. This will have to suffice for now.