I am the pupil, I absorb the light
I am a portal to the soul

We are the iris, We focus the light
Our pigments are beautiful

You are the sclera, the white of the eye
You have no control of the light
Your purity shows vitality
Your bloodshot reveals malaise

I can see the world
Yet I am unaware of You
But I am not just I
I am the eye
And in reflection, I can see