As something has involuntarily crept into my head through my eyes,I love to indulge it, even though it may be all wrong.
The her that lived in her looked out through her eyes, through my eyes, and at the me that lives in me.
Signatures of all things I am here to read.
I see through my eyes, not with them.
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems
You've seen things through my eyes.