Novel & Cerita Poetry For Her Eyes

She was in pain. “I'm sorry”. I whispered to her and forced my eyes closed. Letting out a shaky breath, I placed my hands on her baby. “Limiosidesha”. I chanted over and over again as a blue light left my heart. I was giving it to her. We were running out of time.

“So what does your secret admirer write to you, poetry about himself?” “No! Mostly about me. I think he is in love with me, i can tell from his writings. Although his wordings are lonely and fragile, but something about it feels right and brave and beautiful” she raised her eyes to look at him and found him staring again. This time, he lost his defense. She could see beyond those still and unyielding eyes. Through them she could see things he has hidden from her, his tenderness and true personality. She could see love flickering in them. Then she wanted to ask one questions so badly as her curiosity pushed her to. “Why do your eyes...”

She just gazed at me, her eyes piercing and unyielding, as if waiting for me to explain or justify my outburst. It was then that I truly saw her eyes, like two rich, velvety brown pools that seemed to hold a depth of emotion and understanding. They were fringed with thick lashes that added to their allure, and their warmth drew me in like a gentle embrace. Her eyes were like melted chocolate, smooth and inviting, with hints of golden light that danced in their depths. They were eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul, and yet, they held a softness that made me feel like I was gazing into a gentle summer breeze.

Sharp lines were cut by high cheekbones, which were softened by large, vibrant lips that trembled with ideas she didn't express. In a single glance, her hazel eyes, which were flecked with gold, changed from warmth to defiance, holding secrets and storms. She walked with a gentle ease that made the world seem small, even though she was dressed in faded trousers and a jumper with worn hems. She was a lady who didn't conform to anyone's expectations; there was no mask or pretense, just her. I have no idea why I went up to her. Perhaps it was the way her lips moved softly, mouthing a line of poetry, or the way she gripped that book as if it were a stabilizing force. With careful steps, I approa

{'She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies, and all that's best of dark and bright. Meets in her aspect and her eyes.'} Quinn Eyes close, the sound of the ocean waves spoke calmly in my ears. I tried to enjoy myself as I lied down under the sun yet there was always lacking: the sun heat, the sea breeze, and all that reminded me that I had lost a significant thing. However, paradise also recalled the beautiful taste. Her lips and those eyes which kept the colors bright upon all my sight could see.

“I see that.” She looked over at me and her eyes fell to my lips. My smile made her smile, and for the first time I saw her eyes ignite. With the moon above reflecting in her amber pools, it reminded me of the strength of a tree. The rungs of a redwood covered in sappy bark, cloaked in the effervescent darkness California had to offer. I found myself swimming in them. Falling into them and never wanting to return. The writer in me wanted to pen a poem devoted to the swirling rungs of her brown eyes.

He sighs, “All of my senses are stronger than most mortals, but your sight is possibly keener. I didn’t see that guy before you pointed him out.” She looks towards him, and feels the phoenix offer a better view. She closes her eyes, and looks away then allows her to do what she wants. When she opens her eyes again, the forest is much clearer. She can see the trees, and the three figures peering around trees in the distance. “Little One, your eyes are glowing.” She shrugs,

I’d always thought of eyes as windows. Hers were lanterns now. “Should I come back later?” I asked. I heard how small it sounded. How unlike an Alpha. She finally looked up. Just her eyes at first, lifting from page to me. They flicked over my face, down to my hands, back up. Whatever she saw there made her shoulders tighten the barest fraction. “I’m not expecting anyone else,” she said. “You may as well say whatever you came to say.” I swallowed. The words jammed against the back of my teeth.

The mother said. “At least one half of the remaining lines made sense now. I was meant to find the one with the broken eyes with rivers of gold. Broken eyes must stand for her blindness. Do any of you know what the rivers of gold might mean?” She asked the girl’s parents and they exchanged a look. “Theia, open your eyes.” The mother said after a few seconds of contemplation and we turned to look at the girl As she opened her eyes, Adaira gasped. Her eyes were pure gold, no other colour. There was no separation between the whites of her eyes and her pupils, everything was golden.

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.