Reading Behind Your Eyes

I read your eyes because for you words are not enough.
The story is more interesting in a pretty, brown font.

Your leaf-like shape shows me 3 types in you:
Listening,
Solving, and,
Happiness.

Up, down, side to side.
Those movements of your face will not hide the gateway you pretend not to have.

I see the mirror to your soul,
Reflecting,
Thought after thought.
I prefer to move straight to the doorway of your heart.

I'd find the words you've searched so long for.
Push it straight up to your empty vocal chords,
Releasing words that only I can hear.

This would be a routine that I would gladly repeat.
Living in a moment where blinking is an outrage,
Because every instant of focusing lost is a word unseen.
From my eyes to yours.