Love Poetry Eyes Novels & Stories

“I see that.” She looked over at me and her eyes fell to my lips. My smile made her smile, and for the first time I saw her eyes ignite. With the moon above reflecting in her amber pools, it reminded me of the strength of a tree. The rungs of a redwood covered in sappy bark, cloaked in the effervescent darkness California had to offer. I found myself swimming in them. Falling into them and never wanting to return. The writer in me wanted to pen a poem devoted to the swirling rungs of her brown eyes.

" 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

She tapped her forefinger on the eyes of the last portrait. The last portrait was his face the last time I saw him. The side of his head was bleeding. Blood traced down from his mouth up to his defined jaw. His eyes were in mixed-up emotions, joy and pain. My eyes heat up warning me. I bit my bottom lip to hold back my tears. That day, he didn’t said a word but his eyes were telling me everything. I just realized through my portrait. Joy and pain. I love you and goodbye. “His eyes scintillated gradually. From blunt to sparkly as though he was looking at someone he grew fondness with of over time. His eyes were telling a story, a story of someone who was falling in love.” Amara put the portra

He said, "Love is light, the prince of colors. It is blinding. It blinds even when you are concentrating on other things." "I forgot that you are a poet, Mr.Romantic." His hands cupped my face. "I know you love me too but you just keep fighting yourself because of the past." He said. I drew back my head, he raised my face to his, our eyes locked. The scent of lilacs poured heavily into the atmosphere. The moon glowed with colors and bathed my finely carved irony features, accentuating their perfection. Raymond asked, "Why does that look stay in your eyes?"

No mirror, no filter made her feel as beautiful as his eyes did. He gently laid her down on the soft, inviting mattress, gently parting their lips. The longing in his eyes was palpable as they traced every curve and contour of her face. She luxuriated in the warmth of his intense gaze, feeling an unparalleled sense of beauty and desirability. No mirror or filter could ever evoke the same profound feeling of beauty as the captivating gaze of his eyes.

I faintly remember one of my married friends back in my kingdom saying something about looking in the eyes during lovemaking sessions. "Love comes in through the eyes," Mary Smithe had said to me. "So you must search them until you find them." His fingers pump faster and faster, an erotic squelching sound echoing in the cave. "Oh God," I moan loudly, trying to keep my eyes on his the whole time. He gives a grin, his eyes blackening with lust.

And in her head, her thoughts had become a poem about his eyes; "Emerald pools, serene and deep, Drawing me in, my soul to keep. Like a forest glade, where love resides, Your green eyes beckon, my heart abides. In their quiet depths, I see a home, A refuge from the world, where I am known. Their gentle sparkle, like sunlight's ray, Illuminates the path, leading me to stay. Midnight emeralds, dark and divine, Luring me in, with a forbidden sign. A secret glade, where love dare not roam, Your green eyes beckon, my heart's illicit home. In their shadowed depths, I see a sin, A temptation that beckons, and draws me in.

I’m flying high like a bird but my fluttering wings can’t keep you from pulling me down cause you make me can’t stop thinking about you. I fall to your love, over and over again, the dancing curtains accompanying the night, you and I cuddling together in the same room. The best night of my life, staring into your eyes… I can see the love in your beautiful eyes and hope you see the same in mine too. Your pretty eyes remind me of Venus… why... Cause I see love and beauty deep inside it.

“ Look in my eyes, Love. I want to see your eyes when I make love to you. ” So she did, she opened her eyes to stare up in his baby blue gems and finding herself getting lost in them. His eyes were the most beautiful thing she had seen because there was only love in them. Love for her. He could see no one else but her and she knew that now. Both of them moaned out staring in each other's eyes with their mouth hanging open. Panting breaths, sweaty bodies admist this cold weather. It was an amazing feeling. Celeste smiled up at him when he picked his pace up.

I want to read your eyes, through the late night, in a calming, frantic embrace. Interpret the poems in the black ball, found myself covered in longing there. I want to look at you closer, closer, linger, find out what secrets you have, what spells you read. Until it makes me half crazy when you're not there. I like the thought of being your eyes. Know what you want and don't want to see. Learn how you see things. Know what color you like. Occasionally feel how you grieve. How do you stay strong?