Poetry For Her Eyes 소설 & 이야기

So the fact that she's even more beautiful than she already was before, makes me even angrier. I'm about two heads taller than her now, she has fair skin that looks like snow, long curly and golden hair, a perfect body in the shape of an hourglass to put it simply with that tiny waist of hers. Not to say about the cherry on the cake… her dangerous ruby-red eyes. I had forgotten about them, but now, seeing from where I am, they make her absurdly gorgeous. And it's annoying. And now, this gorgeous creature I hate more than anything, is crying… It makes me sick.

In anticipation, that one day you will see me. The world surrounds you for your outer beauty. But look through my eyes and you will see a different story. (The poem is not mine) India. My mate. My love. My soulmate. I know something very bad has happened to her. Very bad memories are imprinted in her heart, which are like a scar in her life.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

His eyes gazed carefully into her hazing eyes and she breathed out softly. “Where do I keep all the wants in my eyes and the wetness in my pussy?”

Does he see the love he feels for her pouring out of them like the way her shooting star arched and landed in the night sky? I can't speak for her, but I can see the way her blue eyes draw me in like the tide on a full moon and I can see the adoration that seeks for nothing but love right back. And I do. I love this girl more than the ocean loves its moon. She keeps me moving, keeps me from pulling myself back under to the place inside my head that would surely drown me. And because I must see those eyes with my own, I keep mine open for the rest of the night because I don't want to miss a single second when I get the view of her.

There is a trace of her energy somewhere in this structure; it gives off the impression that they are continually conversing with one another and that they are always content when they are together. Her eyes had the colour of the fresh greenery that had just sprung in the spring; they were brilliant and delicate at the same time. There were glimpses of vitality, the type of green that can only be seen when summer progresses further. And those eyes have never been more lovely than they are when she is crying when her tenderness is flowing over her cheeks, which are ornamented with smile lines. Nevertheless, the eyes and the spirit are eternal...

perhaps. "How are you?" Coreen inquired, and it was only then that I noticed the perfection of her eyes. I used to be fascinated by her face, but now I'm fascinated by her entire person. Her long, straight blonde hair complemented her heart-shaped face perfectly. Her heart-shaped face has caught my attention, and her lips are cupid, utterly lovely. She is indeed stunning.

You touch me like everything you asked god for. Underneath your hands I become poetry. This is the alchemy that you do. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S| She woke up. After two days of misery, two days of going through absolute hell, she finally rewarded me with her life. Her hauntingly green eyes came to my view and I swear I have never breathed and sighed in relief more. Her pale face slowly returned to life and all I could do was thank her for returning. She came back, that's all matters.

To hell with my pride! "You could start with her eyes, your Majesty," he said, adjusting his position. His hands were already on the paper. Wait for me to say something. "Her eyes," I began, my voice filled with both longing and excitement. I never knew I would be this happy just at the thought of the girl I refused to marry. "They are like pools of emerald, shimmering with an inner fire. They hold a depth that is both captivating and mysterious. Can you capture that?"