𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌/𝗈 (𝗻𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴)❤️🔥
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Poems aren't my forte but your eyes are so beautiful.
Have you ever looked into someone's eyes and instantly fell in love?
Does it make your stomach and heart flutter, your body sluggish while you try your best to keep looking into their eyes but it's hard to suppress that dumb smile from forming upon your lips?
Because that's exactly how I feel.
You make my face heat up and my stomach do flips and my heart ache in my chest. Your eyes are beautiful and by the worlds standard blue eyes are magnificent, but no one's seen eyes like yours. Ever since I met you hazel eyes seem to be the most magnificent eye color. Just thinking about yours makes my body melt.
Your eyes are swirls of chestnut, emerald and gold. Sometimes they are more emerald than chestnut, and vise versa.
I could stare into your eyes for ages if my body would stay still. Believe me I've tried, but that overwhelming sense to look away is to much, especially when you have that dumb smirk on your face or after you chuckle.
I even admire your breathtaking eyes in the sunlight. Your eye color shows much more in the sunlight. I could see the veins and the hues that mix together to make them up.
Some days they're gold.
Did you know those are my favorite days?
Because your happier when they're gold. Your whole face lights up. Your smiles are more genuine and your laughter... your laugh is so unique and elegant. I know when eye colors change that doesn't reflect their mood but when your eyes are gold you're happier. I don't know why but I can feel it.
I'm very jealous that your eyes are so unique and beautiful.
You know my eyes are brown, dark brown to be exact. Sometimes my eyes look red in certain lighting, but in the sunlight they are such a beautiful bronze color. And I want our kids to have your eyes, your eyes and your smile. I want to wake up every morning to look into your eyes even when you're gone. I want to feel that sense of home because it's where I belong.
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A Love Letter
RomanceLove is difficult to describe at a young age. Is it the way they hold you, the sweet words they whisper in your ear, the commitment and communication, or is it all just about sex? Love is described differently for each person who has experienced it...
