Riding Those Eyes

Sometimes I wish arrows didn't puncture hearts and Cupid was less adept at hitting his mark. That serendipity wasn't so closely paved by the way you walk towards me. One look in your eyes and I am always plummeting, so I look away and my days go grey. Have you ever been caught up, where up is down, a pull feels like a push, and a "shouldn't" feels like a "Thank You, Jesus" uttered too loudly. The room spins and floor gives way and a force attracts you so strongly that your stuck on you... That's the way I feel whenever I see you looking at me. Feeling you, feeling me just adds to an already euphoric experience. I yearn to be yay big so I can ride your eyes all over again.