Novel & Cerita Poetry For Her Eyes

They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!" On the other hand Sebastian stares in those light brown eyes which were clear but still unclear like there was a veil which was protecting the emotions in those eyes and stopping him to see through her and that lavender scent was effecting him. Both were lost in each other's eyes and we're trying to read the other when their trance was broken by Ayaan's voice "Are you okay?" Sebastian leaves her and she stands properly then looks down and says to don't know whom "I'm fine, thank you."

While her eyes were blank and beautiful. There was a quote at the end of the paintings. ' She was the beautiful sea that lured his thirst, He was the wondering pirate who found his treasure in her' That line was quite romantic and poetry. She moved to another painted canvas. And looked at it with extreme shocks visible in her eyes. That same girl was on her knees while glistening tears like a pearl dropped from her eyes. As if she is crying her heart out. Her eyes were different this time, They lost their colour, her eyes were blank, shattered as if it's lack warmth. Saying her painful story.

Then she turns to face me and for the first time, I am able to get a proper look at her eyes. She is said to be blind, with only the whites of her eyeballs visible for all to see. And yet as I stare at her, I catch a glimmer of red. Red flames smoulder deep in her eyes. From far away I hear her voice; it is the voice of thunder echoing and also the mere whisper that runs through my mind. I begin to feel afraid and try to tear my gaze away from her but it feels as if an invisible pair of hands are holding onto my face and forcing me to look. So I look, I have no choice but to look.

“Beautiful” “I always have the hardest time capturing your eyes....and I’m keeping your painting because it’s terrible and I loved your words.” I say adamantly. It’s true. Somehow with this ridiculous painting she managed to take my breath away with how she described the way she sees me. Only she could pull that off and leave my heart bleeding. “It looks just like my eyes. I should know, I’ve been wearing them forever.” She says

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.

Despite my attempt to banish her from my thoughts, Lilith lingered, a haunting presence that refused to be ignored. The memory of her dark eyes, a window to a tumultuous soul, flashed vividly in my mind. Those eyes had seen too much, felt too deeply, and held secrets that echoed in the depths of my being. They were eyes that had once held warmth, affection, and a shared intimacy that now felt like shards of glass cutting into my heart. "Fine, I will let you go," I whispered before it all went dark and my mind emptied with the suddenness of a light switch flicking off. "I promise."

‘You are the one who asked me to predict your shit this afternoon, now you are doubting me when I say stuff’, I said. He pulled on my dad’s shirt over his torso and I was a little disappointed, in that moment Rivers jumped out of my lap and strolled over to where he was sited. ‘Look, I’m … sorry, okay?’, he said whispered like he didn’t want to hear himself apologise. Rivers jumped on his lap and the white of Beck’s shorts contrasted with the blackish gray of Rivers’ fur. ‘She likes you’, I said to Beck. ‘What’s up with its eyes?’

My head slowly turned up and when my eyes met hers at last, I almost drowned In the cavernous depths I was disposed to just by staring at them. Her eyes were so empty, devoid of life and sunken and it broke my heart more, even though I was sure there was nothing else left to shatter.

For a while, I could do nothing but stare at her. There was such depth in her eyes that even her sadness made her look breathtaking, as if she were a heavenly being. And as for her figure, there is nothing even to say about it. I could not bring myself to notice it at all. It felt as though even staring at her would be a sin, as if something so beautiful could not possibly be seen without a cost. She looked like a closed book of sadness, one that no longer wished to be read by anyone. I am not a poet, but looking at her made me want to speak poetry. I have seen many women in my life. I have pretended to love some of them, and with others, I struggled hard to lose myself in their eyes.

In every glance, love softly blooms, A tender flame that forever consumes, Her eyes reflect the depths of feeling, With passion's touch, hearts are healing. Oh, the allure of her vibrant grace, A muse that time cannot erase, She radiates a love so true, Captivating all with eyes of green hue. For in her beauty, love finds its way, A force that brightens even the gray, With green-eyed charm and curls so fine, She is a love story that forever shines.