I'm weak, I know it.

I can't resist a pair of blue eyes that sparkle just so, or brown ones that you want to melt into, like chocolate

A slim form walking down the street, with the tiniest sway of the hips always stops me in my tracks

It doesn't matter to me if her hair is a mass of curls, or a shiny curtain, or a short sleek cut

I don't care if the skin is alabaster or ebony or any shade in between.

Every pretty girl I pass snatches a piece of my heart and takes it with her, even if she never knows it, and in its place she leaves an image, bright at first, fading to a shadow later, of something beautiful. Something to be kept, and treasured, and loved.