Those brown eyes.  
Those deep brown soothing eyes.
They're able to just know in an instant if I lied.
And crinkle into a heart skipping smile.
Ah yes those eyes.
Heaven knows they're my worst kind of kryptonite.
But I can't live without them.
My kryptonite wears a green collar and signs of aging.
The tell tale signs of a life worn down by love.
From start to finish, he is the definition of love.
My kryptonite is my good boy.