The sweetest sight in the world to me is the light in her eyes.
When she lights up, when she looks at me and her eyes shine, I feel deeply happy.
When she looks at me and her eyes are dead, then I feel sad.
I'll admit it. I want to see the light in her eyes. I don't feel like a man until my vision for myself is reflected in her eyes.
When I have the rapt attention of a beautiful young woman, I feel drunk.
I wonder what puts it in her eyes and I wonder what takes it away.
I'm 44. Many beautiful women have shined their eyes at me. But it's never lasted long.
