Love Poetry Eyes Novels & Stories

“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...”

“I love the color of your eyes. They remind me of peaceful waters when you’re calm, fierce waves when you’re pissed and the sea on a sunny summer day when you tell a joke.” “Are you Shakespeare’s descendant? I could never come up with something like that,” I told him. His eyes squinted and wrinkles appeared beside his lips as he laughed. I love the color of his eyes too, they remind me dusty cupboards, old books and the color of the soil. But I would never tell him that. “I like the way you laugh,” I said instead. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I like you.” Just an arrangement, Claire Ruth Wordsworth.

The world around us seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate moment. But as my gaze shifts downwards, I am captivated by the mesmerizing sight of her enchanting silver eyes. They gleam with a sense of contentment, reflecting the love and trust she has in me. Those eyes, like shimmering pools of liquid silver, hold a depth that I can never tire of exploring. They are windows to her soul, revealing her every emotion and desire.

"The eyes are the ocean of soul, Behind those eyes lies an untold story, Which is silent and buried in the depths of the ocean of soul, Holding a billion tear drops in its rim, And those eyes that cry for love and for the sake of loved ones are sapphires, And those tear drops of love are precious pearls". Thinking of those past memories I fell asleep in his arms with the tears in my eyes . We slept in a same bed hugging each other tightly so that we can feel our warm breathing in our cheeks but there was no lust in our unforgettable night .

I gulped back the questions of who exactly 'he' was when she leaned in, entranced by my said eyes, and apparently, unaware of the position she was putting herself in. "I can see a sunflower, a bright big one that's smiling under the summer sun. Either that, or it's like a Kaleidescope of the sun and moon eclipsing, a mirror within a mirror. And like moondust, as if Selene herself is hiding in their depths, there are flecks of gold..." She spoke like a poet, unaware of the magic her words wove into my heart. She made my eyes sound like one of a kind, but before this moment, I've never thought that. They were just a pair of hazel eyes, nothing more. She spoke as though she's never seen her own

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.

"Your beauty outstands every other when you open your eyes. Your eyes feel like oceans, so deep and expressive. Your nose is slightly red with all the crying and when you are angry, it twitches a little. Your cheeks, turn pink when I am close to you, the blush, I adore it the most. Your lips are the most inviting thing to tempt me to come and love them. The rosy shade of them has me wanting to just taste them and the sweet nectar you taste like, princess, makes me want to love you even more, but I fear. I fear that your glass-like body would break from the amount of love I have for you, love. You make my thoughts sinful and you make me want to sin tainting your beauty with the marks of my lo

I’m home once again. Lorenzo breaks the kiss. “You just made me the happiest man alive, baby girl.” He says breathlessly as he gently brushes the tear from my cheek. “I’m happy too,” I whisper, as I rest my forehead against his. A gentle breeze danced through the air, teasing the strands of my hair and caressing Lorenzo’s cheek. The world seems to fade into the background, leaving only the two of us locked in a mesmerizing gaze. I now understand the saying, eyes are the window to our souls, and our eyes speak volumes in our silent communion. Captivated by his deep, expressive eyes, I find myself lost in a labyrinth of emotions. Our connection starts to flourish and blossom as he gently brush

The faint light accentuated the warm tones of the room, creating a dreamy, almost celestial ambiance. Theodore gazed at Rosalie, his gaze full of deep affection and obsession. His eyes shone like stars, flickering with intense emotion. Every glance made his heart flutter. His eyes revealed endless longing and pain. He couldn't tear his gaze away, and every breath he took was an acknowledgment of her presence. How long had it been since they had moments like this? He loved everything about her deeply, from her head to her toe. Even though he had hurt her, he still couldn't stop loving her.

She felt a bit weak, and if he hadn't been holding her waist, the water cup in her hand probably would have fallen onto the back seat. He just looked at her like that, the mottled light outside the window looked like it shattered in his eyes. It was like there was nothing else in his eyes except for her. Amelia suddenly remembered a sentence she had read in a book before. The eyes of my lover were the third kind of stunning beauty in this world. Amelia took off her eye mask, the corners of her eyes still a bit red, but there was no panic on her face. She raised one eyebrow, turned her hand, and pressed down on the man's string of red prayer beads...