Love Poetry Eyes Novels & Stories

"You made me feel like I belonged somewhere. You made me think that I was needed, that I was not a thing to be used but a person to be loved. " Placing a hand on Ethan's cheek, she said, "Ethan, you know the best thing about you is your eyes. They are so beautiful, so mesmerizing that they can capture one's soul. People say eyes are the mirror of one's heart. What you feel, you can portray through your eyes. And Ethan, you know what your eyes convey to me? Love... Your immense love and sincerity to me. "

All I could see was the love that he had for me beyond his grey eyes. ~🥀🖤~ "I know words can never be enough So I will form kisses with these lips instead. I know this moment can never be enough, So I will spend forever with you instead." ~ Esha Varnav ~

Crystal closed her eyes and felt his touch on her skin sending butterflies to her stomach, building burning sensation in her whole body. Rayan sneered when she didn't reply. "Your love is like a sunrise that will always shine through my sky. It rises slowly but I'm patient enough because I know the view of your love keeps my heart racing. I think the best part is right before it peaks. You don't express your love but your eyes show it so clearly. Those eyes bring me warmth, light in my life."

He can pretend to be macho all he wants—I already know he is enjoying this exploration of his face. "I'm getting to know you again," I say, out of breath from the sheer intimacy we share. "I determined I would start with your eyes. Some people claim they are windows to a person's soul." Wyatt chuckles. "Quite the poet, Maeve." I blush. "What is wrong with poetry?" "Nothing," He smiles. "I'm pretty sure I quoted the cheesiest poets in our letters." "You did!" I'm beaming now, teeth and everything. "And I loved it! But then I forgot about our exchanges when I saw you, because-..."

Can't she see the love filled in my eyes is not for Aima but is for her. I pulled her towards me through her shoulders . Her hands clutched my shirt and her went wide with panic. But I was angry hell angryyyy. So, I poured all my anger out . " CAN'T YOU SEE THE LOVE IN MY EYES IS FOR YOU . NOT FOR AIMA. I LOVE YOU . YOU SOMIA . CAN'T YOU SEE WHY AM I HERE? ENOUGH OF THIS DRAMA . I NEVER, NEVER LOVED AIMA BUT YOU , YOUR NAUGHTINESS, YOUR SIMPLICITY , YOUR EYES ,YOUR SOUL . THE GIRL I LOVE IS YOU NOT AIMA . GET THIS THING INTO YOUR DUMB HEAD . I WAS NEVER A PERSON YOU CAN LOVE SOMEONE EASILY BUT YOU , YOU CHANGED THIS COLD HEARTED SOUL INTO A LOVE SICK PUPPY. LOVE IS CONNECTION OF TWO SOULS

The eighth was at Kolkata Airport smoking zone. If you see her, give her this poem: There’s that fireball in the south-west, in a homeward spree, wondering “What now, at the end of the day? I say in jest, “You and me!” I turn away from the yellow shroud: and it’s your hazel-eyes I see. Sleep woken or dream broken, entangled or untangled, love burnt or hate soaked, praised here or blamed there, dealt with or dealt in

The exotic eyes turned down the mighty brave valour to strike with the lightning of love. The long-forgotten and suppressed hormone of love under his dragon scales started to sprout a leaflet of love. The little arousal of love in his heart made by those exotic eyes nearly gave him an ache, like his heart was pierced by a sharp sword with direct penetration. Yet his heart longed for such an ache. He wanted to witness the ache once again that how those eyes could do such magic to him.

’ The line that I wanted to ask But my mouth couldn’t open to speak Because I’m just a boy In the midst of chaos, my eyes settled on the guy in the center. A lot of things change but his eyes were still the same. His eyes that were intense and cold. The eyes that has a perfect shade of grey; like the ashes and smoke blowing of the wind coming from a fire. The fire that became his greatest downfall. I’m just a boy in love Melting into your cat-like eyes Taking my breath away Falling deeply

"Open your eyes." She looked in the mirror. I could see her eyes traveling over her body and then they lifted and met mine. I moved my hands to rest between her breasts, sticky yellowish green goo dripping from my fingers. "This is you, the woman I love. I need no outside beauty to see what's inside. I could love you like this forever." Beneath the mud, the shock was apparent on her face. Tears slowly fell from her eyes and my slippery fingers came up and smoothed them into the mud on her cheeks.

It was as if I had discovered a treasure, and I couldn't help but be captivated by the depth of his beauty, both inside and out. His eyes, like pools of endless depth, held a myriad of emotions. They sparkled with a hint of mischief and tenderness, conveying a love that transcended words. It was in that intense gaze that I found solace, a sanctuary where all my worries melted away. There was a vulnerability present, a vulnerability that he allowed me to witness, baring his soul through those mesmerizing eyes. I found myself entranced by the way his features softened, the slight curve of his lips, and the way his gaze seemed to penetrate the depths of my being.