Within our tiny hearts, emotions thrive,
Though small, they keep our spirits alive.
Eyes glimpse the world, but hearts feel the souls,
In their quiet depths, respect finds its goals.
Two treasures in us, eyes and heart,
Guiding us through, playing their part.
In their modest size, they wield great might,
Directing our path, shining their light.
"My heart feels so small," we often cry,
"How can it hold all the tears I defy?"
Yet wisdom whispers, gentle and clear,
"Your eyes, even smaller, see far and near."
Love, both seen and hidden from sight,
In its simplicity, brings us delight.
In sorrow's embrace, seek solace anew,
Find joy amidst tears, where dreams come true.
In unspoken words, wisdom's decree,
Echoes of truth, for you and for me.
For in every gaze, hope brightly gleams,
And within every heart, innocence beams.
So let's cherish these treasures, simple and true,
Eyes that perceive, hearts that renew.
In their modest forms, they hold life's key,
To understanding its deep mystery.
