Perhaps I wasn't able to say earlier this evening, when your dear sweet face was looking at me.

And I needed to see my former dog's sweet face.

She had golden hair, a sweet face, blue eyes and no fear.

She looked into the baby's sweet face and I could see a mother's love wash over her.

He had the most beautiful smile on his sweet face, and I couldn't keep my eyes off him.

No doubt other men saw only the sweet face and never noticed.

She was a big, pleasant girl with a sweet face.

On the head and all about his sweet little face.

She was hardly more than a girl, with a very sweet face.

The boy, if such he could truly be called, had an open, sweet face.