a flat eye

she had a pretty face
but her eye was flat:
it held its mighty power over her in ugly smugness.

her friend looked fine,
no strange eyes,
and her nonchalance was nondescript and smooth.

but the first girl
had a flatted eye.
I suddenly urged a surge of pity
for a pretty girl
with all the chances but -
for this one thing,
the lid that drooped, the eye that hid in caved darkness within.

what are her chances?
what are her odds?
what kind of a special guy
will see through the eye
and into her soul?

and where, among the million,
is he?