Poems About Eyes And Love Novels & Stories

Those eyes in which there is magic, there is intoxication. There is a solution of perfume and alcohol in his eyes. Whenever I look at them, sometimes I get intoxicated, sometimes I get seduced. The eyes in which the feelings were once buried, today feelings are emerging from those eyes. All the love he does to me, all that started coming down as tears from his eyes today. Yes, he was crying. Those intoxicating eyes of his gazed at me at first leisurely and his eyes became moist as soon as he saw me. Oh my Sanam!

He should have been here. He closed his eyes. When he looked upon with coldness, when there was no love in his eyes, all he could see was deadness. The eyes that had lost the ability to show real and deep love, to be a gateway to their soul, were dead. Please, let it be a nightmare. Please, let it be a mistake.

Of course, that's how he felt whenever he was talking to his two eternal gifts. “I don't like that brand name.” A forced smile pushed the corners of her mouth, but she swallowed them in shrugs. “Maybe The Caths’ would do.” she smiled. His face read nothingness. His insides shrieked words he did not wish to admit they were true. Yes, men's love lies not in their minds nor hearts, but in their eyes. Love blinds, but time cures, while love magnifies beauty, time on the other hand reveals the ugly.

The loved one they mentioned in poetry didn't always dwell in fiction after all, as in useless words, in inanimate curves of the dried ink, but sometimes they morphed, into a person, with back eyes, and golden skin with a tiny little mole in the corner of their lips. And they laid there for minutes, watching each other in the dark dark night as if what they watched was a painting, their favourite one. The more they watched it, the deeper it became, evoking the emotions nothing else could evince. "se sei un traditore..." His heavy voiced hit the air, slowly wiping the lone tear she had shed for God knows what, (If you're the traitor) He watched her closely, paying great attention to her eyes

The only time I feel at home is when I close my eyes. Adrian! It was okay because he was there, his presence a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to engulf us. I’m with him, his cold brown-golden eyes staring at me while he gently places his hand under my chin. I leaned into his touch, tears filling my eyes. The love and adoration in those beautiful eyes whenever he looked at me caused butterflies in my stomach. His hand moved to mine, and our fingers intertwined, forming an unbreakable bond that conveyed words without saying anything.

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. Soheila didn't complain and stared at his red eyes. “I love your eyes.” She suddenly said that made him off guarded. “It's beautiful, yet dangerous.” “Your red bloody eyes, it reminds me of my torturing past.” Soheila laughed. Her eyes were drowsy and sleepy as she stares at his eyes. Her voice contains pain and sorrow. “Blood eyes, ruby eyes, crimson eyes!” Soheila held his face as she continued saying nonsense things. She blinked her sleepy eyes. “Hehe...” She smiled.

” R: ”and I. E: ”…I…I…I.” R: ”I want to share..” T: ”…all my love with you..” R: ”No one else will do.." E: ”and your eyes…:” R: ”Your eyes…your eyes..” T: ”…they tell me how much you care…ooh yes…you will always be….my…endless love…two hearts….two hearts that beat as one….our lives have just begun…” E: ”Forever…”

When it's said, when it's done, yeah I would never let you know I'm ashamed of what I've done, yeah When I look at you In your eyes I see there's something burning inside you Oh, inside you In your eyes I know it hurts to smile but you try to Oh, you try to Her eyes. Those beautiful tiny blue balls present in between white shallow ponds. Her mesmerizing eyes, Something that relaxes my mind, body, and my soul. Those blue eyes are ocean-strong, swimming with warm sun-lit currents. I hadn't realized that blue could be such hot fire until I saw those eyes. The emotion in her eyes was fathoms deep, yet they carried the warmth and life of the sunlit surface. They had a thousand hues of blue and a

I said and tried to get away from his grasp but he drew me in closer "Admit it" He said looking straight into my eyes while I gazed into his eyes. His eyes were locking onto mine with a mixture of warmth and intensity. He cradled me more closer against his chest, and I felt a fortress of strength enveloping me. His gray eyes, like stormy skies, met mine in a gaze that whispered volumes, an unspoken dialogue. His eyes were those who were already much drowned in affection, and it pierced straight into my heart making my heart beat faster and faster and faster.