The house is permeated with the silence of the early morning hours (and a still-sleeping boy), and the smell of brewing coffee. Two lovers of a certain age are standing in the kitchen, dressed for the day but not yet fully awake.
She leans against him, still un peu fatigué, and they wrap their arms around one another, gazing into each other's eyes and smiling.
He: "You are so shiny."
She (giggling): "Shiny?"
He: "You make the sun shine in my eyes when I look at you."
Isn't it obvious why she loves him? His "sun-shine" makes her feel beautiful.