Poems About Eyes And Love Novels & Stories

William Shakespeare once said, “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”. Falling in love was one mistake I made, I fell in love with a monster, the devil himself. Face to face with death, yet the only voice I hear in my head is his. I guess to understand my story, We have to start from the beginning.

The way to love someone is to lightly run your fingers over that person's soul until you find a crack- and, then gently pour your love into that crack. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S| Everything lies. Except the eyes. But when her eyes green eyes locked with my grey ones I couldn't help but think that I have the same effect on her like she has on me and there could be nothing more tempting than this. After spending the day, it was time to go to bed and torture myself by thinking about with how many ways would I fuck her. Because there is nothing better to do when she is around. Even when she isn't. All I can think about is her and only 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...

" 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

I don't care if their burdens transfer on me, as long as they're happy. "By the way, I want to show this short poem that I wrote last night. Let me know what you think." He handed me the crumpled piece of paper from his bag. I was reincarnated because of your eyes Forest under eyelids The ember we lit in February Remained in my heart But how long do I have to hide? How long will it take for me to finally say the words? The words that swirl on my lips Waiting for other lips to free them The rivulet on your palm

I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized. When my eyes went to my brother, he was very beautiful in a fancy navy blue and gold suit. His golden locks identical to mine were messy but still beautiful, and his eyes were as beautiful as rubies under the sunlight. He nodded to me while sitting in a taller chair than the one I was in. I looked at the materials they gave me and held the thin brush with black paint, then I began.

"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.

I looked at him stunned and awe in at his new child-like behavior. "I'm not saying it to you!" I chuckled as he closed the distance between us and it made my breath hitched at his sudden closeness. His eyes held warmth and immense love. I thought about how much we have come far since I started loving those mesmerizing black orbs. I had lost myself in those eyes, drowning in their darkness like a sailor lost at sea. They were like pools of ink, swirling with emotions I could only begin to imagine—love, passion, longing—all reflected in the depths of his gaze. Each time he looked at me, it was as if he could see straight into my soul, stripping away the layers of pretense and insecurity until

Jo, just keep forging ahead bravely. Our relationship started with my sins and ended with my betrayal. In the end, I was the one who hurt you the most. I only hoped that you would forget about me and never look back. Love could come and go whenever it pleased. I hoped that my scattered ashes could help clear the obstacles in your way.

Despite her continued resentment for him, his eyes always had the power to reach her in ways no one else could. Althea’s heart would thump with both love and hate whenever Adam’s piercing gaze landed on her. It was like a double-edged sword, making her want to simultaneously embrace him and push him away. It always made her want to be good to him. She wondered, perplexed, if she truly despised him as much as she claimed to. His eyes seemed to hold a magical power, making her heart flutter like as if she was gazing at a shooting star on New Year’s Eve.