Poems About Eyes And Love Novels & Stories

“My right eye is the sun, The light I see first, The glow that wakes me up in the morning. My left eye is the moon. The light I see last, The glow that watches me as I sleep. And as you love me, Both my days and my nights, My world will always revolve around: You." The poem that I had written after waking up and met Pandora echoed clear in my mind as we waited for Alistar to come to us. Leo was pacing back and forth anxiously, and I could tell that this entire situation was getting under his skin. I can’t really blame him though; I can’t imagine having to see my mate have another mate other then me.

“There are no words to describe your beauty, and I won't try.” I blushed, looking away from him, feeling hot all over. His fingertips traced the curve of my chin before tilting my face towards him, drawing me into the heat of his gaze until I was lost in his eyes. “There’s that blush I'm so madly in love with,” he whispered, his eyes soft, tender… intimate. And I could see a lot in his eyes, yet I couldn't understand them. “Our eyes are like a gateway to our souls,” I said, barely thinking.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

His eyes that were so captivating, his eyes that pierced her heart. She fell in love with him, she couldn’t deny it. She fell in love when his eyes had pierced her heart, when his sharp gaze made her heart throb in the strangest sensation. Finally, she wholeheartedly admits it, she wholeheartedly accepts it. The love that she shared with him, it was something beautiful, it could’ve been something perfect. If only she was given the chance… “I like your eyes… please, don’t give me those sad eyes…” she continued, smiling bitterly when she saw the sorrow engraved in his sapphire blue eyes. She didn’t want to see such emotion when this will be the last few times that she could see him.

I look at her again and again, my pen moving almost unconsciously, a smile playing on my lips as I fill the paper with my love for her. The moment I give her the poem to read, I see a look in her eyes that makes my heart soar. She loves it. She cherishes every word. She looks at me with the same expression of love and longing that I feel inside my own heart. I can tell she wants more, and that look alone is worth more than anything. It's the perfect time to make love. The moment feels so right. We've been through so much together, facing trials and joys hand in hand, and making love now will only ignite our passion more intensely.

She looked at him and his eyes held her for a brief moment. Her eyes could hold him like that forever. Like when people come to see art, they get lost in that piece. Just like that, he considered her eyes to be a form of art. God’s art. Such art in which such colors were used which he had never seen in anyone’s eyes. Not only the workmanship of the colors but such a sharp and clear glass was engraved in them to show the true emotions, which showed them clearly. Her eyes were like that of a clear lake in which the blue color of the sky represented its white mischievous clouds and the birds that measured height in it. It reflected the beauty beautifully.

Those captivating, indescribable blue eyes held an untold story, speaking volumes through their depths. "See, my heart adores it when you touch me like this," Miguel whispered, his voice infused with a tender vulnerability. The warmth of his breath mingled with the shared air, creating an intimate space between us. As he withdrew his lips, I found myself mesmerized by the depth of his gaze. Those beautiful, enchanting blue eyes locked with mine, revealing a myriad of emotions that words could not encapsulate. It was as if the unspoken connection between us transcended the limitations of language, weaving a tapestry of emotions that only our hearts could truly comprehend.

“ What do you see in my eyes? ” I looked into his eyes, and what I saw there took my breath away. There was a depth of feeling etched in his gaze that was beyond anything I had ever seen before. I could see love, intense and fierce, radiating from his eyes, directed at me with an intensity that was almost overwhelming. I felt like I was the only thing in the world that mattered to him at that moment, and it filled my heart with a fierce tenderness.

All I could see was the love that he had for me beyond his grey eyes. ~🥀🖤~ "I know words can never be enough So I will form kisses with these lips instead. I know this moment can never be enough, So I will spend forever with you instead." ~ Esha Varnav ~

My eyes turned unfocus and I loosened up, letting the supreme pleasure wash over me. My climax numbed my senses until he gave me one rough thrust, forcing me back to reality. I focused my gaze on his face and was struck by the look in his eyes. So much craving, so much yearning. His eyes were screaming his want for me. How could he want me so much? I had never been loved so ardently. Even now he was eyeing me as if I was some blessing bestowed upon him by the Goddess.