They say the eyes are the window to the soul, as i look into my children s eyes i see many thing. Birdies eyes are insidious with in them lies a smoldering spirit patiently waiting to ignite. Lou-Lou's eyes are prudential, with in them glairs back at me the semblance of De Vinci's gears, something wondrous this way will come. Pemie's eyes are amiable, as they drink in all that surround her. My eyes have feasted upon all my souls desires. I have fed my soul until fat, it troubles me no more.