Where my eye blinks is also read from left to right and vice versa.
My parents told me as a teenager to beware of gypsies who blink at hazel brown and green eyes.
As an adult I am told to beware of Arab eyes, because I don't know how to tell the difference from the betrayal of foreign dark eyes - why is eye color more important than ethnicity?

Black eyes are equally fascinating and worth mentioning.
In the depths of hazel eyes, A crazy jealousy is born, When their gazes meet, Hearts secretly yearn. Black eyes are mysterious, deep and full of intensity. They can represent the depth of emotions, hidden secrets and burning passion.
In many poems for men along the way, gypsy women with marigold eyes, black eyes are associated with the night, darkness and the unknown, evoking a magnetic attraction and enigmatic fascination.

Black eyes can also symbolize strength and determination, often described as having a piercing gaze that can reveal hidden truths and read the souls of those around them, and an empire is an open field good for stealing!

In the play of colored eyes, A spell is born, a longing, Brown eyes, deep and warm, They catch you in their web, they make you burn.

Blue eyes, like the clear sky, They caress you, they take you into a divine dream, Their clear gaze, like a crystal, Gives you peace, a royal feeling.

Green eyes, like a pure emerald, Fascinate you, take you on a tour, Through forests of mystery and magic, Where everything is possible, a fantasy.

Gray eyes, like rain clouds, Wrap you, make you stay, In a world of dream and reflection, Where you find answers and connection.

In the play of colored eyes, Stories hide, shivers are born, Each look, a separate universe, In their spell, hearts are enchanted.

Their warm and changing light, Attracts souls without ceasing, But in their sweet and fine shadow, A divine jealousy hides.

The looks that burn with longing and passion, In hazel eyes, a storm, When someone else steals their attention, A tension is born in the soul.

But their beauty remains pure, Even in the jealousy that surrounds them, Hazel eyes, preferred by all, Remains a secret, fire in the nights.
Hazel eyes and the clear sky

In the depths of hazel eyes, A crazy story is hidden, With warm, changing shades, Which steal your heart, without ceasing.

But blue eyes, of the clear sky, Are like a dream, a divine longing, With their pure and clear brilliance, Take you far away, to a rare world.

Hazel eyes, mysterious and deep, Catch you in their spell, hold you in their arms, While blue eyes, like the sea, Give you peace, like the morning.

Two worlds, two looks, two women Each with its charm, Hazel and another eye with blue eyes, Are like two stars, in the same sky. Ursa Minor and Ursa Major

In the night sky, stars shine, Ursa Minor and Ursa Major mirror each other, Two constellations, two stories, In their light, our dreams grow.

The Great Dipper, with its bright stars, Guides travelers on clear nights, With its long, shining tail, It is a beacon in the darkness, a guiding light.

The Little Dipper, smaller but equally precious, With the ever-bright Polar Star, Shows the north, a landmark, For those who wander in this vast sky.

In their eternal dance, in the celestial vault, the Little Dipper and the Big Dipper remind us, That in the vastness of the universe, we are small, But in the light of the stars, we find big stories and dreams.