your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

and the afterglow…of your gaze…is the onlysweater that I need.

Hopeful visions touch possibilities that only exist in the gaze of the faithful.

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. I want you to be free, but it is your sorrow that has made a slave of me… I wish to know how to keep you… You...

We kept gazing into each other’s eyes, rest was history, we kept talking in body language.