Novel & Cerita Poems About Eyes And Love

"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

“ Look in my eyes, Love. I want to see your eyes when I make love to you. ” So she did, she opened her eyes to stare up in his baby blue gems and finding herself getting lost in them. His eyes were the most beautiful thing she had seen because there was only love in them. Love for her. He could see no one else but her and she knew that now. Both of them moaned out staring in each other's eyes with their mouth hanging open. Panting breaths, sweaty bodies admist this cold weather. It was an amazing feeling. Celeste smiled up at him when he picked his pace up.

Yet she didnt look away nor did she move away. Damn, Her eyes. Her eyes are so beautiful and talkative, that she almost doesn't need words to describe what she wants to say-her eyes are enough. I can look into her for a lifetime and still wont feel enough, because she has a lot of stories hidden in her eyes that I need to read. She has captured a lot of pictures inside her eyes that I need to see and adore but not from my eyes but from her eyes. Yes, I want to see this world from her eyes, from her point of view, from her shoes. I want to know how she sees this world. I want to know if this world is same as i see or is it any different from her eyes ? i want to know if the Red is same Red as

I want to read your eyes, through the late night, in a calming, frantic embrace. Interpret the poems in the black ball, found myself covered in longing there. I want to look at you closer, closer, linger, find out what secrets you have, what spells you read. Until it makes me half crazy when you're not there. I like the thought of being your eyes. Know what you want and don't want to see. Learn how you see things. Know what color you like. Occasionally feel how you grieve. How do you stay strong?

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.

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”

I tell him, panting between words, breathless with pleasure. My words are what he needs, as he continues his slow and gentle pace until he’s fully inside of me. My hands grasp onto his shoulders as my legs are wrapped around his waist. “Bring Nate forward,” I tell him. Allow me forward too, Cora tells me. And I know as she pushes through the barrier that I will have one emerald green eye and one sapphire blue eye. I instantly find myself looking into one amber eye and one black eye. “Max. Nate. We love you with all that we are, with every part of our mind, body, heart, and soul,” we tell them. “We love you too,” they say as one, and we continue to make love through the night.

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.

"You made me feel like I belonged somewhere. You made me think that I was needed, that I was not a thing to be used but a person to be loved. " Placing a hand on Ethan's cheek, she said, "Ethan, you know the best thing about you is your eyes. They are so beautiful, so mesmerizing that they can capture one's soul. People say eyes are the mirror of one's heart. What you feel, you can portray through your eyes. And Ethan, you know what your eyes convey to me? Love... Your immense love and sincerity to me. "