Yes -- I was beachball-eyed with love.
In fact, when we first met, I couldn't take my eyes off her. So I pledged my devotion and we traveled everywhere together, merrily rolling over the hills and valleys of life. Rarely have I been so happy.
Then -- slowly -- the years took their toll. She began to age. She lost some of the pep of her younger days. She lost some beauty too. She remained steadfast and responded eagerly to my every request, yet . . . I couldn't help it. My eyes began to wander.