Novel & Cerita Poetry For Her Eyes

Sarah sat in her bedroom, surrounded by soft cushions and warm lighting, with Griffin's notes scattered across her lap. As she flipped through the pages, her eyes landed on a section filled with poetry. The words danced across the paper, written in Griffin's familiar scribble. At first, Sarah thought they were just random musings, but as she delved deeper, she realized the poems were about a person's beauty. The descriptions were vivid and captivating, speaking of sparkling eyes, radiant skin, and luscious hair.

All the blood rushed to a sudden part making it hard. I had a fair share of women in my life and after some time stopped getting excited watching their naked bodies. All that mattered to me was quenching my thirst. Their face, names or status didn’t matter anymore. It was just to take care of needs. But it was different with Crystal. My blood turns hot just by her one glance. She was beautiful poetry brought to life by God. Her eyes carried shyness in them. They were more expressive than her. A door to her soul. Maybe her words could roll out as lie but her eyes, they scream the truth. Always.

she cried I couldn't say anything, I wanted to call her out so much, watching her look for me so helplessly breaks my heart. I wore a smile on my face, I can't believe she just did that, she's one heck of a woman, that's my young lady. I black out. Peace My Heart by Rabindranath Tagore Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.

My father replies and tilts his head towards the girl, who is still staring at me. I look at her, and the first things I notice are her eyes. Last night, they’d been closed, hidden behind her dark lashes, but now they glisten in the morning light that streams through the open window. I find myself captivated by them, unable to look anywhere else. They are steel grey in color and clash with her soft features invigoratingly. There's a million emotions flashing in them, and they look so bright as if they are quicksilver. Her eyes hold mine, and suddenly, it’s like everything else is gone. There is only her in my world, the nameless girl and her quicksilver eyes, enchanting me in a spell that di

And in her head, her thoughts had become a poem about his eyes; "Emerald pools, serene and deep, Drawing me in, my soul to keep. Like a forest glade, where love resides, Your green eyes beckon, my heart abides. In their quiet depths, I see a home, A refuge from the world, where I am known. Their gentle sparkle, like sunlight's ray, Illuminates the path, leading me to stay. Midnight emeralds, dark and divine, Luring me in, with a forbidden sign. A secret glade, where love dare not roam, Your green eyes beckon, my heart's illicit home. In their shadowed depths, I see a sin, A temptation that beckons, and draws me in.

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.

Or it will stay in my mind, that’s bothersome. Dark with death- Same old town same old eyes – The final plea. Passing by, lights-red. words in lips and space. The piece of dust you see- when the light hits, out for sanity. Once upon a time stars died.

Minjae guffawed with laughter and he echoed the sound with just as much joy. "Just keep reading, I think we will have to keep most of these." "I've started to miss you Pieces of you The fleeting touches I've started to miss them again. This time, I'm not sure if I'll ever not miss them. You stay next to me with me in your arms but your eyes search for somebody else, something else. Do you need more? Or do you need less? Do you need me? Or do you need her? What do you see when you look at me? Are you looking at me or are you looking at yourself in the mirror behind us? What do you want when you part your lips but never speak? What do you wish for when your eyes shine beneath me but you forget

The 24th day of April 2015… It read “I did it again, I taunted her again. I watched her cry from up the stairs and for some reason I felt bad. She is so beautiful, just like the goddess of etheral beauty. If I was asked to describe her in just one sentence, I would say her eyes were the most attractive feature I had ever seen . Her eyes….it felt as though I could keep on writting about her eyes throughout but I needed them to know how I really felt about her…her eyes sparkled like diamonds. Her eyes reflected the warmth of her glow. She had the softest lips ever. You must be wondering why I wrote that down. Believe me when I say I I haven't tasted the feel of her lips before but just by look

On the other hand, another part of me wanted to see her face so badly. Alhandulillah, I didn’t have the strength to resist looking at her but lucky for me she lowered her gaze making me land back on earth. The few minutes that I gazed into her eyes reminded me of an Arabic poem that goes; (joy conquered me to the point of which it made me happy that I cried. OH eyes, the tear out of you became a principle. You cry out of joy and out of sadness.) I took a long breath which I didn’t realize I needed until this moment. Subhanallah. I was lost in thoughts when I heard her speak.