Poems About Eyes And Love Novels & Stories

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

I can't wait to spend the rest of my life loving you totally and completely. When I look into your eyes, I feel seen and cherished. I promise to keep looking into your eyes and holding your hand as we grow old together.... She promised him a lifetime of devotion. Greg looked back at her and started his own vows. He promised to never take his eyes off of hers, promising to treasure her laugh, cheer her up when she was down, and accompany her on her journey through life. The simple wedding bands with deep symbolic meanings that they exchanged represented the unbreakable bond they were creating. The church burst into joyful applause as they shared a tender kiss, showing them how much love and s

As he sat looking at her with wonder filled eyes he recalled a poem which he started to recite out loud: Did you know, the love in her eyes the smile on her face and the delight in her movement? Did you know, the generosity in her gait, the lightness of her hands, the brightness of her genuine smile even through tears? Did you know, the depth of her love, the strength of her iman and the grace in her walk? Did you know, the song in her voice, the faith in her actions and the trust in her heart? Did you know the shine in her eyes, the bubble of her laughter and the soul wrenching tears from her soul?

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.

🎼Our worlds begin to cross path. 🎼 Those absurd moments 🎼When you couldn't speak, 🎼When you feel down. 🎼I lit up the stars in your eyes. 🎼Your smile alone dissolves my heart. 🎼 Turning through the countryside, 🎼Where we first met. 🎼You impacted me so deeply, 🎼 Your piercing eyes alone accelerates my heartbeat. 🎼Your love is driving me insane. 🎼You are the only one made for me.

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.

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.

Her eyes, those beautiful, expressive eyes, were half-closed, filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. I brushed a strand of hair away from her face and cupped her cheek, my thumb gently stroking her soft skin. "Fox," I whispered, my voice husky with emotion, "I love you more than words can say. You're the light in my darkest days, the reason my heart beats." She gazed up at me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. I could see the depth of her feelings mirrored in those stunning orbs, and it made my heart swell with even more love.

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?"

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.