I haven’t seen you for some time, and I have no desire. The time has quickly passed us by, like current passes through a wire. There are three things about you I clearly remember, but only one of those three things, can make my heart surrender. It’s not your name. Your name is common. Nothing attractive or romantic. It's not the way you smile or talk, None of them ever been enchanting. It's not the way you made me feel, It's not the way you touched me. You were lousy in a bed; there nothing that excites me. Your eyes. Dark, piercing eyes still make my heart quiver. Your eyes are what sets you apart, what brings me back to you. I fear.