Your eyes, your eyes, your eyes
by Doc. Smooth
I miss those ever-powerful beautiful eyes!
I miss when you would tilt your head down
and look up at me with those bedroom eyes.
It would make my loins quake.
I miss when you would smile broadly
It would make your eyes shine as bright as two moons.
I would bask in the light.
I saw so much beauty and potential in them.
It's hard to convey,
just how much those eyes
have affected me
all the way down to the center of my core.
As much as I miss them
I would hate to look into them now.
I fear that all I would see
is how pathetic you think I must be
to still be holding on
when I never even got past those eyes.