What are so mysterious as the eyes of a child?
I loved the idea of seeing the world through a boy's eyes.
Oh, God, puppy dog eyes. From a six-foot-five ancient Viking vampire.
There is a poignancy in all things clear, In the stare of the deer, in the ring of a hammer in the morning. Seeing a bucket of perfectly lucid water We fall to imagining prodigious honesties.
He looked up at me with angelic eyes. "Doing what?" "You know what. You're luring me in. You know I can't resist-
Maybe it was the angle, but her fawn's eyes, looking up at me, seemed larger than ever. I had to make an effort to keep my balance lest I fall into them.
Ah! the soft starlight of virgin eyes.
She looked out the window; in her eyes was the light that you see only in children arriving at a new place, or in young people still open to new influences, still curious about the world because they have not yet been scarred by life.
