Looking To The Eyes Of Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

His eyes find me instantly. And in that look, I see everything. Pure, breathtaking love. His expression is open, raw, like he can barely believe I’m real. My heart squeezes so tightly I almost forget how to breathe. Tears well up, but I blink fast, forcing myself to stay steady. I meet his gaze with a smile so wide and full of joy it feels like light is pouring out of me.

I've been looking for that someone I'll never make it on my own Dreams can't take the place of loving you There's gotta be a million reasons why it's true~ ~When you look me in the eyes And tell me that you love me Everything's alright When you're right here by my side When you look me in the eyes I catch a glimpse of heaven I find my paradise When you look at me in the eyes~ As I hear the song, I cannot help myself but let out my tears flowed down. I love you, Hiro. Please, just once, love me. Love me, please. ~*~ JOY's POINT OF VIEW IN THE MORNING. "I love you, Joy."

As the fabric shifted, he raised his head, his gaze drawn to the window. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Their eyes met across the distance, a silent connection forged in the midst of their shared pain and longing. It was a look that transcended words, a look that spoke of love, of loss, of an unyielding hope that, somehow, they would find their way back to each other.

Nоt аgаіn, ѕurеlу? “I lоvе every іnсh of you but for mе, іt іѕ уоur eyes. Frоm thе mоmеnt I lооkеd іntо them, I wаѕ trаnѕfіxеd. Thеу are lіkе рurе ѕаррhіrеѕ, ѕо beautiful. In thеm, I ѕее the man I lоvе, thе mаn I want tо spend forever wіth. I ѕее уоur bеаutіful ѕоul, аnd I knоw thаt еvеn after a lіfеtіmе оf bеіng tоgеthеr, mу heart wіll аlwауѕ skip a bеаt іn уоur vеrу рrеѕеnсе.”

It cannot be contained because love chooses what your eyes cannot see. Let go and let love.

" You glance my way and our eyes meet. You let the contact linger and not because you mean to, but because you can't help it. We get lost into each others eyes, you speak to me without words and it's then, the sense of a sign sparks." He speaks and I listen, his words are so hypnotic that they place me in a trance, where all I do is look into his eyes and fall weak under his gaze. " Now you are near me." I say, running my fingers through his hair. " I am standing right infront you. I am looking right into your eyes, now you tell me. What are my eyes saying now?" " What more could they say, then the words that touch my heart. These beautiful, innocent and mesmerising eyes of yours express lov

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

Forever and ever. His eyes. My Brandon's beautiful gray eyes that must have hint of the mixed color of silver and blue bore into mine showing me the true definition of his words. They must be soft, caring, possessive, protective and the final emotion that has always been there. Love. So much love. Eyes of love. And what made me sink deeper into his warm and naked body was the fact that his eyes of love would always be directed to me. I owned them. They were already mine and mine alone. Suddenly I felt a desire to see his eyes, I wished to see the love in them for me. I know his eyes must be the most beautiful.

I had felt her breath, as she drew her face close to mine and muttered: “Let’s look into each other’s eyes, like we’re spending hours gazing at the starlit sky ...and counting stars, like we’re meeting once again in the streets with a full and wide, welcoming smile, …and exploring unknown lanes, like we’re telling each other stories of the pauper and the hazel-eyed princess …and of everything that adds colour to life! Let’s just look into each other’s eyes…just keep looking into… until we know…we don’t have to tell anymore: we are in love!”