Love Poetry Eyes Novels & Stories

Does he see the love he feels for her pouring out of them like the way her shooting star arched and landed in the night sky? I can't speak for her, but I can see the way her blue eyes draw me in like the tide on a full moon and I can see the adoration that seeks for nothing but love right back. And I do. I love this girl more than the ocean loves its moon. She keeps me moving, keeps me from pulling myself back under to the place inside my head that would surely drown me. And because I must see those eyes with my own, I keep mine open for the rest of the night because I don't want to miss a single second when I get the view of her.

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

Electric blue was the colour of her eyes, Innocence and fear were evident in them. Longer I stared into them, The deeper I fell into their depth of mariana trench. Blue was not my favourite colour, But it just took just one look to change it from then. Love was not experienced by me before. But those eyes forced me to fall deeply and madly in love with them. Her purity was a curse , To my evil eyes who were blinded by the light of goodness in them.

"Your eyes are crystal clear sky blue on better days — when the sun shines through them. But on the days you're feeling intense emotions, they become a swirl of midnight blue with swirls of clear teal. It gets dark when you're feeling something strongly, it gets more translucent when you're feeling free or lighthearted. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to apply a mix of brilliant blue and midnight blue and then cover it with an earthy shade of cobalt and ultramarine, yes." He smiled at me, his eyes looking like pools of crystal clear water. "Go on, I am coming to love this more than what I had initially expected." I smiled, dragging the ottoman closer to the canvas, as I carefully lined

She will become a prisoner in a place she would've used to call 'Home'. I recall the look in her big azure eyes. Eyes so full of life and mystery. Like the sea, calm and beautiful but deep and treacherous. Swirling with colour. But beauty is just an outta shell, she is wicked within. They all are! But that expression comes to mind, "the eyes are the windows to the soul." If that even rings the slightest bit true, could she be an exception? No, she can't be. Even if she was it would not change anything now would it? 'why am I even considering this??' she will fade away and wilt like a flower one day, her beauty will not even last. 'unless I make it last?' but why would I?

I look at him without saying a single word, I've already said it all in one connection. Because… Love is a look plunged into the eternity of who is anchored in your eyes. Just as he and I look at each other. Then I know that that eclipse in her sapphires are also my eyes, I stay there, I won't look the other way, I don't want to look any other way than hers. “Love, Mariané Lombardi”

She is having butterflies in her stomach. " What's with these eyes? They're average eyes. Brown!" " They are brown but they hold thousands of stars. You used to get excited with little things. Those eyes sparked with happiness. They were like peaceful Autumn day. I don't know how to explain more about it. Maybe I am unable to become a poet over the beloved pair of eyes. But, I just love them. I love your everything!" He whispers, looking into her eyes. Juliette swallows hard. She tries to look away as her heart is beating faster, however, she doesn't. She loves to see those icy eyes staring at her. Those stares show longing, loving and warmth of loyalty.

" No I don't, '' I said and managed to pull myself out of the world he is trying to create for just the both of us. I swiftly left that spot and moved farther and got more close to the waterfall and little droplets splashed on my face. I shined my eyes and thought of how to escape this. All of a sudden I saw him standing in front of me. I immediately turned and backed him and the waterfall " If truly you do not love me just like your lips utters, then why don't you say it while looking into my eyes. It's true that the lips have been wired by God to lie at some point but the truth is that the eyes never lie and it depicts every truth there is to a person. If truly you know you do not feel any

“So what does your secret admirer write to you, poetry about himself?” “No! Mostly about me. I think he is in love with me, i can tell from his writings. Although his wordings are lonely and fragile, but something about it feels right and brave and beautiful” she raised her eyes to look at him and found him staring again. This time, he lost his defense. She could see beyond those still and unyielding eyes. Through them she could see things he has hidden from her, his tenderness and true personality. She could see love flickering in them. Then she wanted to ask one questions so badly as her curiosity pushed her to. “Why do your eyes...”