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Your eyes

Your eyes are revealing tunnels,

leading inwards. I peer through them,

right down into your heart.

There I see pure beauty, the most kind,

generous, and helpful person ever could be.

Your middle name is "HELP".

The others agree, it's refined gold,

24-carrot, inside. They've received your help

or have seen your gifts to those with needs.

God blesses those who have helped angels unaware.

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I am linked today with the Real Toads, Wednesday with Peggy

The eyes belong to Mrs. Jim.  I am serious about what I said, to me it is her being.

 Peggy's directives: She said,
"It's in the Eyes
  This week I want you to write about eyes.
What do you see when you look in someone's eyes?  There are many things to be seen in eyes. Sometimes joy, pain, love, hate, acceptance, sadness, anger, mischief, innocence, evil or even blankness.
As an added twist, try to keep your poem to 75 words or less."

I used 65 words today, plus two for the title.