Her eyes, looking at me. Where are her thoughts? Looking at me. Does she want me? Looking at me. What does she need? Looking at me. Where does her intensity come from? Looking at me. Do I love her? Looking at me. Does she love me? Looking at me. Am I worthy of such a woman? Looking at me. Why can't I look away? Looking at me. I'm lost in her eyes. In her beauty. In her heart. In her soul. If this is what lost is, I don't want to be found.
