"Standing on the sidewalk in front of her house, Anita was plain as always, but somehow her eyes captivated me:
inviting coal black irises surrounded by a thin circle of gold, shimmering under the streetlamp. Untold stories and utopian worlds, residing there, all beckoned for me to enter. But I could not, or was not allowed. I kissed her then.
"Sometimes I feel that I love her more in anticipation of access to her golden blackened secrets than for the charm and kindness and understanding that I claim to be her lures."