They say the eyes are
Windows to the soul
The soul which is precious
The soul which is tender.

Methos has an
Experienced soul, a
Wise soul, an
Old soul.

Keeper of his old soul
Enriches it,
Maintains its tenderness
And preciousness.

The keeper keeps it old
Yet young at heart
As the search for its
Kindred spirit goes forth.

When you look into his eyes
You see history and passion
Happiness and pain
You see his soul, an old soul.

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