The Most Beautiful Words About Women

A woman is the flower of spring, the allure of the world, and the essence of life.
Women are the sweetest gifts that God has bestowed upon men.
A woman is the most delightful aspect of existence.
A woman constitutes half of life, especially when she is devoted to her husband.
A woman is like a rose, enticing men with her fragrance, only to prick them with her thorns.
A woman is the closest being to perfection; she is a blend of man and angel.
A woman is a book exquisitely crafted by God, captivating the observer with its cover, starting with a bright introduction akin to spring flowers, yet filled with deceptive and sorrowful chapters penned by the adversary.
A woman is the custodian of fate and destiny.
A woman embodies delicacy and perfection.
A woman is the very foundation of society, wielding complete influence over it; nothing occurs without her nor for her sake.
The only person who has taught me the essence of a woman is a woman herself.
A woman is a guiding star for man; without her, he walks in darkness.
A woman is the crown adorning the head of the ruler.
A woman is like a flower whose fragrance blossoms only in the shade.
A woman is the greatest teacher for a man, imparting virtues, etiquette, and sensitivity.
A woman is like a tender branch that sways in every direction with the wind but does not break in the storm.
A woman remains forever youthful in her heart.
A woman is the heart of humanity, while man is its head.
A woman is like a cherry blossom that beautifies herself, often bringing herself sorrow.
A woman is a being filled with affection and tenderness at her discretion.
A woman is sometimes perceived as incomplete and an incidental existence.
Behind every great man stands a remarkable woman.
Women are braver than we assume.

Beautiful Words About Women and Love

No amount of a man’s intellect equals the affection of a woman.
Men seek affection more than women do, as they often lack it compared to women.
When a woman’s love transcends, it transforms into tenderness.
Modesty and silence are the most beautiful adornments for a woman.
A girl’s heart is like a rose that only love can open.
When a woman loves genuinely, she is affected deeply by words, whether they bring her joy or sorrow.
A woman is a luminary, illuminating the path for a man; without her, he finds himself in darkness.
A woman can conceal love for forty years, but can never hide resentment for a single day.
The most beautiful woman is one who trembles at the mere mention of love.
In love, a woman may forget her dignity, while in jealousy, she may forget her love.
A woman reflects the light of the man she loves, much like the moon.
A woman first admires through her eyes, then with her heart, and ultimately with her mind.
A woman resembles a bee, producing sweetness when in love but stinging when she hates.
For a man, love is just one part of his life; for a woman, love encompasses her entire existence.
When a woman hears passionate words, she closes her eyes to savor their meaning; yet when she hears advice, she closes her eyes to fall asleep.
The virtuous woman inspires you, the intelligent captivates you, the beautiful attracts you, while the gentle wins you over.

Reflections on Female Beauty

A woman’s beauty lies not in her physical appearance but in the inner beauty of the man who accompanies her.
A woman’s beauty can overshadow all her flaws, save for ignorance.
The beauty of a woman is not always visible; it is discovered.
What natural beauty can compete with the beauty of the woman you love?
A female is like the sea—beautiful in form, perilous in anger, and mysterious in depth.
Seeking a woman who is kind, intelligent, and beautiful is akin to searching for three distinct individuals.
The beautiful woman isn’t always kind, but the kind woman is always beautiful.
The eyes of a woman have a sparkle that pierces through the veils of imagination and captures the essence of eternity.
A beautiful woman delights in the sunrise, forgetting that she too has a sunset.
Praise a stunning beauty for her inner kindness, understanding, and compassion, while the moderately attractive one needs constant reassurance of her beauty.
Modesty is the true beauty of a woman.
Be beautiful if you can, wise if you wish, but always be honorable.
Beauty has many requirements, chief among them is a smile.
If a woman lacks perfect teeth, she can still smile with her eyes.
The dark shades of women’s eyes are jewels.
A beautiful woman possesses hearts, while a virtuous one captures minds—the former rules over hearts that are ever-changing, while the latter owns the treasure of wisdom and the essence of humanity.

Poem: Woman and the Mirror

Written by Elia Abu Madi:

She lingered before her mirror in contemplation,

Unaware of the scrutinizing gaze judging and weighing.

And between her hands lies everything necessary for one

To capture the shadows of mankind’s portrayal.

She competes with every beauty,

Just as the wealthy cultivate their extravagant display.

She turns green with jealousy when she hears praise of another,

Longing for admiration from those who dare to woo her.

Her face reddens with rage and then with envy,

As if she battles with a fever coming and going.

She harbors resentment for the one who speaks of her,

If only that unfortunate knew her feelings were growing.

Her grudges against the one speaking are seldom unwarranted,

While the ire of the beauties is unyielding and profound.

Should she encounter a lady of grace one day,

It’d be remarkable how her beauty flows.

She’s a peacock, elegant in stature,

Her flowing hair, her brilliant mane an enigma.

She sought to hold onto every beauty within her,

And many have sought beauty in vain for her mascara.

Little does she realize that beauty is not steadfast,

It is but a flower that blooms and soon fades.

A wise man abhors the thought

Of being entrapped in vanity when it fades.

And every young man, if attracted by a made-up face,

Is, alas, a fool for love’s strong mirage.

If a handsome visage is deemed a virtue,

Then the beauty of one’s soul holds much greater value.

Yet still names of beauty follow,

And like the coy, they invoke consolidation.

If she were assured that she could escape male scorn,

Or grasp the disdain of women, she might indeed disrobe.

Her mirror has become her advisor,

Whenever there’s an issue brewing ahead.

There’s no complicated situation that cannot be solved,

Just weak minds confused by trivial dread.

She conceals the secrets of her thoughts from those who know,

Yet reveals them to those incapable of understanding.

If the mirror could preserve her shadow,

You would see the truths that you have yet to know.

With love’s attraction only heightened by allure,

It becomes a magnet for the youth of this age.

They crowd around her, resembling dolls in a gallery,

But nothing that transcends the base glamour appeals.

For today’s youth becomes adorned in a plea,

As women challenge one another in a rage.

If a fair beauty is disregarded and then scorned,

She will turn away, brandishing her disdain.

Poem About Woman

Written by Abdul Aziz Guwaida:

Surrounded you are in lands of dust,

From birth, held captive until you came to “Shahryar,”

To meet your end whenever he desires,

Becoming his greatest triumph.

Do you understand why, if I were to ask,

Despite the siege and all the bitterness,

Why do the fields of violets agitate the barbarous,

And bring forth “Hulagu” to deny peace?

Why have we quarreled over every trivial matter,

Yet agreed to make your suffering our bi-product?

Why is your presence barricaded,

At any moment, in every home,

In every circumstance?

Why do we see you, without guilt,

As if you are demanded by justice?

And while a herd of lions roars behind you,

You remain a mere doe, timid and gentle.

You’re enveloped in fear; you’re shrouded in silence,

Have we truly agreed to sever your lineage?

And woe to your heart,

If love should come your way.

We hear its beat echo within our chests,

And in every home, resounds Shahryar,

As you die under the siege,

And beneath that train.

Your heart now is void,

Forgotten till you seemed closer,

Steeped in a foolish sense of entitlement.

For no matter how much you may thunder,

And however hard you may rain,

It’s permissible to suppress emotions within you,

Because you are a woman.

Oh, what a shame for woman,

When fate casts her aside in any manner.

O sweet one, like all springs,

And you, my light,

And you, my heart’s secret,

And you, the shade of all the streets.

Why does your siege linger among us,

While from you, we receive all wonders?

Why do we exchange love with disdain,

While you offer love,

And return to us endless suffering?

I came alone,

And I defend alone,

For you, my dear,

And we gaze toward the banquet like foxes,

While the elders raise their voices against me,

And they demand my head,

Because I seek your face, your life,

Your voice, your purity,

The light of the stars.

Until when will you remain in siege,

While the youth from “Abs” all around,

Yearn for your head, to return,

Before the tents to twirl their mustaches?

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