The images born in the eyes are but illusions—
Yes… fleeting illusions.
Yet not all images vanish like shadows;
Some remain, eternal and true.
They are the images bound to the heart.
Images that stir the heart, weaving bonds of love,
Images that enchant with wonder,
These are the ones that forever conquer the soul.
Images carried upon the fragrance of the wind,
Lingering softly in memory’s embrace—
These too are the images tied to the heart.
And when I recall those heart-bound images
That once departed, leaving me in sorrow,
Tears fall unbidden… I know not how.
The images born in the eyes are but illusions—
Yes… fleeting illusions.
Yet not all images vanish like shadows;
Some remain, eternal and true.
They are the images bound to the heart.
