Words of Flattery about Eyes
- No poetry can surpass the enchantment found in a woman’s eyes.
- A woman’s smile embodies the greatness and beauty of life, while her eyes reveal cunning and depth.
- You can discern a woman’s story through her eyes.
- The allure of a woman’s eyes possesses a radiance that pierces the veils of imagination, offering glimpses of eternity.
- The darkness of women’s eyes holds pearls within.
- The unspoken words conveyed by a woman’s eyes require several dictionaries for interpretation.
- When engaging with a woman, pay close attention to what her eyes reveal.
- A woman perceives a man through her eyes, while a man understands a woman through his mind.
- Upon meeting her gaze, I lost my discernment in matters of love.
- Ah, the power of the eyes! They leave a wound in the heart that refuses to heal and a love that knows no bounds.
- Her eyes resemble a galaxy that sprouts grass within their folds.
- A profound love for the stars, the beauty of the night, and your eyes.
- If you see light in a woman’s eyes, know that there is a fire in her heart.
Words of Flattery about Beautiful Eyes
- The greatest thief beneath the skies is the beauty residing in a woman’s eyes.
- The flame of wisdom remains bright as long as the beautiful eyes of women do not cast their glow upon it.
- The essence of allure in beauty lies in loving a woman’s eyes while being oblivious to their color.
- Your enchanting eyes have captured my heart and bound my soul as a captive.
- Forgive me for gazing long at the beauty of your eyes.
- The beauty of dawn mirrors your wonderful eyes.
- Two-thirds of all beauty is contained in your eyes.
- Your alluring eyes tire my heart.
- Your eyes eclipse the beauty of the stars.
- I wish for your eyes to only be beautiful through my gaze.
- The beauty of your eyes compels me to seize moments marveling at your image.
Words of Flattery about Gaze
- I cherish every moment reflected in your gaze; you embody the finest aspects of life.
- I may be the most cherished person in your eyes, yet you hold the entirety of the world in my view.
- In your gaze, I discovered endless delight; my heart lost itself in the experience.
- Your eyes are madness, a homeland; without your gaze, that homeland loses its essence.
- Your voice is a melody, your laughter a sanctuary of joy; your eyes are a testament of peace, and your presence is a marvel.
- Your gaze was my refuge in times of fear.
- What is life without the sight of your eyes? What is happiness if my gaze is not intertwined with yours?
- Within your gaze lies dawn, and your breath gives life; in the center of my heart, you hold a place eternally.
- Your eyes tell my story, and your silence speaks volumes; come, be silent, and let your gaze do the talking.
- Should yearning sail through your gaze, it would surely drown.
- What good fortune surrounds you and those near you, and what luck graces the eyes that meet yours.
- Your eyes contain tales and secrets; within your gaze lies assurance for every fearful heart, one eye holding paradise, the other dreams.
- I envy the fortune of those around you, who are satiated by your face, your words, and your gazes.
- Every time I look into your eyes, my sorrows and pains vanish.
Poem about Dark Eyes
- As Eliya Abu Madi puts it:
Oh, would that He who created dark eyes
Also forged hearts that beat with steel!
If it weren’t for their captivating charm,
No heart bound would be willing to yield.
Shield your heart from the arrows of their glance,
Or die as love wishes, a martyr revealed.
If you beheld beauty yet felt no stir,
You’d be a rough man, unyielding and congealed.
And if you sought pleasure within longing,
You indeed sought what was lost, now concealed.
Poor heart of mine, it’s on my side you dwell,
And I fear it’s fate is far removed and repealed.
It yearns in fever for its loved ones,
For no man likes living all alone in this field.
The Creator granted him ribs as a shield,
Yet revealed his sorrow as chains, tightly sealed.
So, when the lightning of desire strikes,
His hidden fires ignite with a burst of zeal.
Resigned to patience, yet could bear it no more,
There’s no escape from love’s painful ordeal.
If only I could shield it from love’s wrath,
And if only love could find solace, would it heal?
A mere glance displayed; it ignited in my core,
Turning flames into fuel for my heart, now revealed.
And love is a voice, at times weeping,
And at other moments, it sings with zeal.
It gives spirits harmony and cheer,
But if it unjustly torments, it silences the appeal.
What am I doing straining my soul to conceal the pain?
If the wound persists, eventually it will congeal.
But I delight in knowing that I am in despair,
And cherish my heart that acts like a regal seal.
Hind, the pursuit has extinguished all but my patience,
And I would not have feared any more, just to feel.
What about the eyes I glimpsed in the twilight?
Is it true that the nights have cast their seal?
It’s not age that grays my spirit but rather,
It’s the burdens I bear; that weight is all too real.
It has worn down youth, leaving my form jaded,
And I am puzzled, sometimes, how fate has concealed.
My eyes learned to shed reluctant tears,
Teaching even the miser to embrace sharing zeal.
And my heart wouldn’t find peace in its resting,
As fate seems to press upon my happiness in the ordeal.
Don’t wonder at me, for the stars are wide awake,
For I am the one who aroused their deal.
I described my desires to you, and you shifted towards me,
As if bare-footed, I am stumbling, trying to heal.
In the darkness, I falter as though
Black shadows speak of shadows that conceal.
And now it knew where you lay beneath the dust,
Even her blooms became wreaths over you to reveal.
You are the one who makes others forget their needs,
The one whose eloquence has become commonplace, well-heeled.
No one has admired your beauty without heavy astonishment,
I wished that bliss of beauty were forever revealed.
And when I remember you, my ribs shudder at your mention,
As longing stirs my spirit with allure concealed.
So let the morning dew trickle down my cheeks,
For if the tears of lovers could take form, they’d feel.
And I believed the trembling branches in the breeze were in love,
Their ripe fruits bearing souls ripe to steal.
I see your image every time a glance is cast,
And it’s a marvel to see it always feel new.
If I hear a tale from a lover addressed,
I too think that I am the one they pursue.
Aroused from slumber, thinking I am still asleep,
Oh Hind, I find bewilderment taking its due.
And perhaps I could soothe myself just to love again,
Yet, I live with what is fated, cast out, renewed.