Love Poetry Eyes Novels & Stories

This soft, plump lips. My eyes travelled back to hers and I caught her staring at my lips too before her eyes met mine. She blinked, still sobbing a little as I took the hint to move closer to her face until our nose met. I studied her eyes and saw just how much she missed and love me. To think that she went through a lot from giving birth without me by her side to raising our little boy alone with Jack, I realized just how much this lady really meant to me. "I love you. Always... and forever." I whispered just above her lips before I claimed them with mine, savoring her rosy lips passionately.

I don't want anyone to even look into your eyes. Your eyes speak the words that your lips never could. Your actual eyes are too honest to disguise the sweet soul shining through them. Your eyes are like crystals. I never want to let them go when we stare at each other. I love the way your eyes look so concerned when I am going away.

clear eyes in tears, I looked straight into his black eyes that were shining with complicated rays, I don't know what he thought when he heard these words, but the darkness still surrounded his eyes only Diamonds give off a warm light that wraps cold eyes "Until now, I can't love you even more, Luc Nhi has suffered enough when you are someone else's fiance, she has also endured all the scrutiny eyes of everyone. She can't bear the pain of seeing her lover with her best friend anymore, please be kind to her, she deserves to be happy."

I took it and stood there as I wanted for him to do whatever he was planning to do next. ‘‘Open it, the back,’’ he reminded me as I apologized and flipped the back page to see what he had written. ‘‘Your eyes are the deepest shade of the richest earth, and they speak of how I belong. Your eyes shine bright with the love that is within, love those spreads throughout the black expanse of the amazing universe and lights it up in the long run. Your eyes speak love and innocence.’’ I gasped as I finished reading the last sentence and covered my mouth with my hands.

I saw his eyes flickering with radiant gold, the colour I love since then. Slowly reaching his eyes, Apollo stood still on his seat and didn’t move. “I really like your eyes,” I said casually. I’ve been wanting to say it to him for real. “M-My eyes?” he stammered stiffly. I nodded. “When you couldn’t speak, your eyes speak for you. It’s like an avenue of your soul when no one’s listening. But I found it magnificient andmenacingly beautiful. Have you known that?”

Her lips moved, and her love spilled into melodies, transforming into a love song… I tried to speak, but words would fall, They couldn’t hold my heart at all. So I just looked and let you see, The love that lives so deep in me. In every glance, a thousand dreams, In every breath, your shadow gleams. What could I say when my eyes said it all? Every tear, every spark — they told it all. No need for words, no need to call, You already knew… my eyes said it all. You read my silence, calm and true,

] He sent a photo of the ripped-up divorce agreement. And then another photo arrived. This time, it was of our wedding rings. Tristan: [You haven't thrown these out. You still love me, don't you?] Tristan: [Come back to me. You're still my wife.] A hard-to-describe bitterness churned within me, as if it were tearing at my throat. I froze. An unbidden tear slipped down my cheek, blurring the image for a moment. When I focused again, something caught my eye—a small, barely visible object lying at the edge of the photo, almost hidden by the rings. I zoomed in, shaky fingers hovering over the screen.

I was exposing myself, vulnerabilities and all, and it was both terrifying and liberating. "I'm obsessed with the way they crinkle at the corners when you smile, the way they light up with excitement when you're passionate about something. And I'm deeply sorry, but I love the way your eyes roll and turn all erotic during sex. Your eyes are my solace, my sanctuary. I could get lost in them forever." "Who said you can love my eyes?" Allison snapped, her voice like a whip. "You don't have any right to say that, Jayden."

But just when I think he's about to initiate another passionate round of sex, he looks at my lips and then refocuses on my eyes. "Brown eyes are just brown eyes, until you fall in love with someone who has brown eyes." "Smooth," I compliment with a nod, smiling as he smiles against our now touching lips. "No joke, though, it all comes down to your eyes," he tells me when we pull away, quoting the famous Dante Gabriel Rossetti. "Thank you for bringing me here, baby." "And thank you for everything else," he replies, expressing his feelings in six simple but meaningful words. But for some reason, I sense that he wants to say more.

To hell with my pride! "You could start with her eyes, your Majesty," he said, adjusting his position. His hands were already on the paper. Wait for me to say something. "Her eyes," I began, my voice filled with both longing and excitement. I never knew I would be this happy just at the thought of the girl I refused to marry. "They are like pools of emerald, shimmering with an inner fire. They hold a depth that is both captivating and mysterious. Can you capture that?"