"I love your eyes, my beloved,
Their splendid, sparkling fire
When suddenly you raise them so,
And cast a swift, embracing glance
Like lightning flashing in the sky.
But there’s a charm that’s greater still:
When my love’s eyes are lowered,
When all is fired by passion’s kiss,
And through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire."
Andrei Tarkovsky's 1979, The Stalker