These are the kinds that tell you stories, the kinds that make you want to stop and just stare deep into them and wander off into a dream.
And in that dream you're alone, sitting on clouds and looking down at the world below, not caring if you should plummet down to your doom. You're just contented with sitting and staring, watching the world go by.
They leave you wanting. Each time you look at another pair you tell yourself there's nothing as good as the shiny ones. Like diamonds in the midnight sky they sparkle.
But those eyes are rare, so hard to come by, and so easy to lose.