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Picked on the Web, again, following yesterday's image and parallel "thoughts"...

Soulful Eyes
The eyes are a mirror of the soul, they say. How come then that I get lost whenever I look at you? My vision blurs when I see your eyes, and my heart stops for an instant. The magic of your look is a disease, and I'm infected. Yet I do not want to be remedied, I just want to come a little closer and see you from no distance. And then, take away all that meets the eye and just see with my heart, in the darkness.
For if your eyes truly does mirror your soul, then your soul must be a bottom-less well filled to the brim with the water of youth, love and beauty.

David Weinehall [1999-02-27] (original version)

Funerary statue of Marguerite Valon (deceased in 1674), by Jean Dubois
French Sculpture department (Renaissance) in the Louvre.

Slight contrast adjustment

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