Kind eyes are the mirror of the soul. I don’t know about that: There’s a lot of fucked up shit in there. A friend and a brother, A son Borne out of wars – battle scars running Down his spine, anger simmering – And unfailing love. In those eyes I see a person Who has decades, lifetimes, Adventures yet to live. Dragons to slay Or befriend and care for. I see strength and kindness, Loneliness In those eyes. I see them Mirrored in mine.