Love
Love is a powerful emotion that engulfs a person, dominating their feelings, senses, and expressions. In this article, we present some beautiful sayings about love.
Love Poetry
- Letters and the kisses on paper
In one hand, there are five fingers,
I see them all equally humble,
When they touch yours.
- If Newton were to gaze into your eyes,
He would understand that gravity has no law.
- When time stands still
And the world disconnects from existence,
Know that I have kissed your forehead.
- And if one day you decide to leave your beloved, do not leave a scar
For anyone who has given us their heart does not deserve a wound from us.
- No matter how long the time
No matter how much life breaks me,
No matter what love has stolen from me,
No matter how much I have suffered,
No matter how humiliated I feel in front of others and life,
Nothing will change in my heart, even though you have hurt me;
Honestly, I still love you.
- We promised each other
To stay together for life,
To let our love surpass imagination,
To write our love story everywhere,
To cleanse our hearts from the river of torment.
- If I could, my beloved
I would scatter some of your fragrance
Amidst the fangs of time,
Hoping one day it awakens and grants people safety.
If I could, my beloved
I would turn your eyes into dawn
In a stream of tenderness,
And weave the joys of life into a garden
Whose shores no one can fathom,
And turn the idols of existence into temples,
Where the yearnings of people flow… believing in it.
If I could, my beloved
I would scatter your smile,
In which I once forgave the sins and scars,
And gather everyone around its glow
To understand the meaning of dawn.
If I could, my beloved,
I would plant the branches of your hair as an oasis
And make it a home for crowds to pilgrimage to,
Turning the nights of the earth into springs of candles,
And erasing from the face of desire the specter of tears.
- If your love were
Ordinary in the heart,
I would have grown tired of it from the repetition,
But the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in our love
Is this madness, and the abundance of dangers.
Sometimes it chirps
In the innocence of a child
And sometimes we see it
Like a formidable spirit.
It neither rests nor allows rest, always
There’s a sun shining with rain behind it.
Sometimes it arrives as a destroyer, flooding,
And sometimes it recedes without excuses.
Do not be surprised…
This fluctuation is intrinsic to its nature,
For madness is the nature of rivers.
As long as you have loved, my beloved,
Learn to play with fire,
For love sometimes extends our lives.
- A moment of silence was a language
Between us
A language that no one in existence can understand
Except us.
It is the alphabet of those who are in love
And those who bleed.
It is the articulation from the pupils of the eyes.
We are all enraptured,
We are all lovers,
The imprint of love does not resemble
Between lovers
Unless they share
The same innocence,
The same purity,
The same madness.
- Your face
This open notebook is so beautiful,
When I see it in the morning,
Bringing me coffee with your smile
And the redness of an apple.
- I come with branches and ears of corn
Between my ribs, there are flowers and streams,
I carry warmth with the flames of torches,
And my mouth echoes a melody
From the melodies of the groves.
We meet, painting smiles on the faces of warriors,
Scattering joy from the sweetest gardens
To every gathering.
Returning,
Behind me are worries and shovels,
When I meet you, all sorrow dissipates,
And I find moments in the hours.
- Our words of love kill our love
For letters die when they are spoken.
Wisdom on Love
- Happiness is born from loving others, while misery stems from self-love.
- Is love not merely a madness that enters the heart whenever it pleases, and withdraws when it chooses?
- We need a great amount of love to dare to utter the truth.
- The tragedy of deep love is that its owners often start beautifully but end in heartbreak.
- Love condenses all our myriad desires; a smile or a gentle touch on a weary face is often enough.
- Love is blind, and lovers do not see the follies they commit.
- I do not doubt that love is the lightest of sins and the most justified reasons for seeking forgiveness.
- How strong love truly is, and how can it survive in a land that is perpetually scented with the smell of death?
- Once you use love as the subject of your meaningful sentence, you will inevitably forget the predicate forever.
- For when a person loses the shining gem of love, they cannot imagine that they will find happiness in reclaiming it again.
- Love is the only true adventure in our lives, and for that reason, we love.
- Patience remains our remedy, and love and hope will always be our crutches.
- Love and kindness alone will always be the antidote to fear and confusion.
- Love brings greater pain; its torment is profound, love is a knife with a blade that is always sharper and more excruciating.
- Life is nothing but love, and love is born only from forgiveness… forgive and forget.
Poems about Love
From the beautiful poetry spoken about love, we have selected the following:
Love in Granada
Ghada al-Samman
Night lowers its head, troubled,
So I sneak out of its gloom and set fire to memories
At midnight in Granada…
I ride on the gypsy train with the guitar…
To collect the moonlight from the treetops,
Pencil a hundred postcards for your eyes…
My companion, the owl,
Prince of the night flights, wonder, and secrets.
When I remember you, the light of the tunnel glimmers.
With all that old love encased in silence,
I write to you in the ether over the wind,
Crafting the sweetest hidden love letters just to tear them apart!
I script the gentlest ones,
With fingers of thorns for a body of barbed wire.
Like you, I do not believe in love from the first letter,
Nor in the emotional openings atop a phone call,
But I know we met centuries ago,
In these Granada hills around the Alhambra palace,
And here I am, wandering outside time
A spirit seeking your cherished breaths.
I listen to the chatter of water lilies and violets about us,
And the living water from the “Garden of the Generalife” narrates like a storyteller
The tale of our Andalusian love, while the trees listen to the arm of the bare water,
And I bloom with your encounter
After centuries of your estrangement among eras and women…
In ancient times was our first meeting.
Back then we were masters, reveling in affluence,
Not begging for travel visas at hostile continental gates.
And here we are meeting again beyond time and place.
I gaze at you, your eyes black as Chinese ink,
I dip my alphabet in them, and write for you this postcard
From Granada.
And the night screams: “Oley!”
The Malady of Love
Abdul-Wase’a Al-Saqaf
A heart that when belittled gets trampled,
And love is humiliation; nobility is a feeling.
Do not buy the love of a person, even if
They possess perfection and have enchanted people.
The love of beauties is a plague, my friend,
Like Qays had to suffer, and Firas complained.
How many a lover the narrators mocked their state,
Their breaths constricted by its flames?
It is the shame of men if they love their tears,
And their pride in the adversities they endure.
Had it not been for dignity in souls, they would have surrendered
Their hearts to beauties and forgotten.
My friend, I am astonished at our state,
In loving them, our hearts are filthy.
We pass joyfully, optimism before us,
Yet return crying, from behind us, despair.
Bring the wine and do not blame me if I,
In love with Layla, found healing in the cup.
Love and Doubt
Abdullah Al-Faisal
You have ruined my love; you have ended my affection,
And you were the one I used to warm my spine with.
You doubted my loyalty, ruining our tranquility,
Just as you hesitated in a love nourished in my cradle.
You chose to end love and passion
With the doubts you brought and whatever followed.
You want me to confess our love,
And show what I had kept hidden.
But I am not one to let my sweet heart be misled
By deception or the lure of empty promises.
My character will not allow me to deceive her,
If my heart is distressed, you shall see me a soldier.
My love for her sanctifies our bond,
And my loyalty reminds me of my vow.
If the night encompasses me, I will reveal my pain,
A star guarding my wakefulness knows it.
I converse with it as pain splits my being
By the overwhelming love and longing.
So do not wrong me with blame; for I
Am capable of bearing this burden of love alone.
I have left your dwelling, which you cherish,
Even if it is in your home, with my happiness.
And I have hidden in my depths the flame of my cupid,
Even if my settlement may be the darkness of the grave.
For after this doubt, there is no beloved hope,
And after this doubt, what can remain but despair?