Novel & Cerita Poems About Eyes And Love

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.

I had witnessed them evolve from fear to wonder, from amazement to pure happiness, and ultimately, to a profound love that had forged an unbreakable connection between us. Now, all that remained was a void. Her eyes were windows to a realm devoid of emotion, a place where the light of her spirit seemed extinguished. Gazing into those vacant depths, I felt an emptiness echoing within me. Her existence had been my anchor, her joy my own, her laughter and smiles had animated my world. Her eyes, so often brimming with love, had taught me the essence of compassion and affection, and their current hollowness only accentuated my own surfeit of emotions.

His voice made me suck in my breath unable to contain myself. “I'm lost within that emerald hue, A world of longing, fresh and new. And in those eyes, I yearn to see…..” I seized my breayh gasping as he placed a light kiss on my neck. “Please go on, baby.” He encouraged in a hoarse tone. I gulped and then i continued speaking. “ A love reflected, meant for me. Your emerald eyes, a vibrant gleam, A whispered promise, like a dream. No earthly jewel, so richly bright, Can match the fire, the inner light”

She looked at the promise those eyes spoke and the endless pool of love reflected in them. When she thought her eyes could no longer shed tears, a fountain of tears poured out of them, rolling down her cheeks. She wiped them. However, the more she wiped them, the more they poured. Her tears, which started as a fountain, now seemed like a spring. “I now pronounce you husbands and partners for life”

And in her head, her thoughts had become a poem about his eyes; "Emerald pools, serene and deep, Drawing me in, my soul to keep. Like a forest glade, where love resides, Your green eyes beckon, my heart abides. In their quiet depths, I see a home, A refuge from the world, where I am known. Their gentle sparkle, like sunlight's ray, Illuminates the path, leading me to stay. Midnight emeralds, dark and divine, Luring me in, with a forbidden sign. A secret glade, where love dare not roam, Your green eyes beckon, my heart's illicit home. In their shadowed depths, I see a sin, A temptation that beckons, and draws me in.

From the cradle to the grave, Love's in everyone. Love burns like a candle That sometimes flickers but never dies. Love may be invisible, Although it's right before your eyes, Love can leave you empty, Love can make you whole. Love can make or break you, Love is in your soul. Love is in your heart, Love is in your mind. Love doesn't discriminate, Love is always blind. ....

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.

And from those eyes I found a light of love that was so beautiful. "Let's eat first, honey. Afterward, then we'll see the bunker." "What's a bunker? I've never seen one in my life." "Later you will find out for yourself." Jack started his first mouthful of me. "Jack, people see," I whispered. "Let it go. They must also have felt loved and loved by their chosen one." "You are very romantic." "And hot, for sure." Jack chuckled. I pinched his arm spoiled. After eating, we walked to the bunker that Jack had meant. I was flabbergasted with amazement and sadness.

"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

These eyes, on the verge of releasing their captive tears, express a profound yearning for solace and relief from the burdens that weigh heavily upon her shoulders. Every glance offers a glimpse into her inner turmoil, a narrative of struggles and heartaches that words alone cannot capture. They hold the power to evoke empathy, inviting those who dare to look closer to share in her sorrow and offer a comforting embrace. The vulnerability they exhibit serves as a reminder of the fragility of the human spirit and the profound impact a single act of kindness can have on a wounded soul. Her sad eyes, poised to overflow, possess a haunting beauty that draws the observer into a world of empathy an