Body Language

I don't notice eyes.
Not really, atleast.
People say they're
The window to your soul
And they can be,
But the body tells so much more.

Not to mention,
That short people
Have to really stare up hard
To get a glimpse of a tall person's.
And when you stand real close,
Like I love to do,
You can't ever really
Get that good stare going.

So I get annoyed with friends,
When they ask me,
What color are his eyes?!
Cause if I like the guy.
I'm snuggled up close,
Not moving an inch away.
No matter if I can't see into his soul.
Cause I've got my window,
In is body.