Then you 'd miss the thumping chest, beating heart and straining lungs.
If only the eyes,
Then you'd miss the heavy beads of sweat rolling down the face, over chest, then to be lost forever.
If only the eyes,
Then you wouldn't hear the heavy, laboured breathing, spittling into the breeze.
If only the eyes,
Then your target has been met.
If only the eyes,
Had seen you staring back.
If only the eyes.
