The gateways to her soul

Piercing eyes, a stare I will never forget. It was like her eyes were our only windows to what was really inside. Her gaze intense, however not the slightest bit menacing. Her eyes were alive they rejoiced with every laugh, dimmed down with every downfall. But whatever would happen they were always there. They felt reconforting but were never faded away. They shone out of her, always thoughtful always there. Piercing eyes, a stare I can never forget.