Romans & histoires Ways To Describe Brown Eyes Romantically

whispered Arianna loud enough for him to hear. "I always thought you were so beautiful, even when you were young. Your eyes turn into this beautiful shade of brown when you're emotional, confused, happy and striking dark shade of brown when you're angry," he continued as he moved closer to Ana. Eyes locked, "and my favourite, your warm honey browns when you're looking at me." He smiled, making her heart skip a beat then accelerate at the same time. Suddenly tingles shot through her hand, running up her body straight to her core.

I said to her softly, before drawing her in and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. She looked up at me with glistening eyes, that held a very strong emotion. I got lost in her dark brown, coffee coloured eyes, swimming in waves and waves of chocolatey emotions. Her eyes; they put the coloured eyes to shame when it came to being extensively interesting. She was the one who made brown eyes look more beautiful than the blues, the greens, and the greys. We stood there, her hands resting on my shoulders, my arms wrapped around her waist, looking at each other like our lives depended on it.

frowning, smirking or even smiling at her words. "He said he likes my eyes and wouldn't admire any other eye color like he does mine... isn't that so romantic?" She said looking me directly in the eye through the mirror as if wanting to see my reaction. I tried to hide how mad I was. "I guess..." I trailed off in response. Her eyes were brown and mine were a bright shade of amber. Two different colours that can be told apart and noticable. We were so close that night. He was literally on top of me yet he couldn't tell us apart just by our eyes. I would never forget his grey eyes and how they made my stomach turn. That image of him is forever etched in my memory yet it took a stupid sash and

He complimented, putting popcorn in his mouth. "They are just brown eyes." I laughed nervously. "That was what I thought until I fell in love with her." He fixed me with his eyes and the corners of his lips twitched in a smile. "Brown eyes are soulful and beautiful. When under the sun, they remind me of honey that a bear craves for." I bit down a smile with my head bent. "Are you blushing?" "What?" My eye brows bumped into a scowl. "No, I'm not." I lied shielding my cheeks with my hair.

her smell Invading me. "Yours are more beautiful.i have never seen anything like it.its like staring into another dimension.on one eye,the brown one is like the warmth of an everlasting hearth. It's beautifully deep and velvety.it is rich and soft, just like chocolate.and on the other eye,the blue is so pale,it's almost translucent. it's so beautiful and unique.I could stare into it for eternity.``.. "Did you just scrutinize my eyes".I chuckle.smiling shyly,she ducks her head.red tinting her cheeks.

The sort of close that makes your heart beat louder. "Wha- p-personal space, dude." I crossed my arms again, craning my neck to look up at him. I discovered that the eyes glaring at me were fiercely brown, but the soft warmth that comes with brown eyes was stabbed by contemptuous flecks of gold, while the lashes framing them delicately were almost feminine in their length. Something lingered behind the haughtiness in them, but I couldn't tell what it was.

I tell him, facing him right up. I stared at his face. Brye looked pretty with half-lidded eyes. His eyes always looked so sleepy and mean, and sharp. I think it’s the thing that I like the most about his face aside from the face that he always gives me. ‘Though, what kind of face does he always give to me?’ His eyes always looked at me, and they always shone. It always holds some amusement, and for some reason, I love it so much. It also takes me back to years ago. A certain person looks at me like that and I loved it so much as well. “You have pretty eyes, Brye” I whisper to him, my eyes intently staring at his, slightly leaning towards his face. His pretty and sleepy eyes gazed at me and

Is it me or are her eyes even more emerald tonight? Even in the dim lighting, her eyes are a radiant hue of green that speaks to the soul of the beast within me. They remind me of fresh rows of evergreen pastures, saturated with new blooms. I feel the beast in me lie down in submission at the look of her jade eyes. That bright color is so bold and striking, so inviting and tempting. Damn this witch vixen.

I turn around, my body facing his own, my breathing was heavy as I clenched my teeth. He chuckled, his finger tracing an invisible line up my arms, “My little Kitten is vibrating, what could be the cause?” He brings his lips so close to mine, but kept a hair’s breath distance, I shivered, waiting, wanting, and when I look into his eyes, I find that his brown orbs were watching me, with such a tender look in his eye. It actually steals my breath away, I could not help but be drawn into them. “Your eyes are the prettiest set of brown I have ever seen.” I find myself whispering,