I want a man with sensitive eyes.
Someone with eyes so soft, they’re
Like the quiet early morning light,
Flowing tender beams through,
Vanishing dark clouds of night.

I want a man with sensitive eyes.
Somehow radiating compassion.
Like the lovely Mother of nature
Looking over her young,
Caring, yet so pure and strong.

I want a man with sensitive eyes.
Somewhere with eyes not proud,
Not weak, nor loud. Not winking slyly,
Unable to speak, the true hope
Of their affection so deep.