To My Beloved
When our gazes met, love became evident in our eyes; it sparkled and spoke volumes. As soon as my lips began to form words, I found myself transported to another realm, wishing it would never end. To the one I long for, to whom I desire to connect at all times and in every place, who resides in my soul and heart – my beloved, I promise you will remain a beautiful secret in my heart that brings me joy, unseen by others.
Profound Love Quotes
- True love is the union of two souls; and souls do not compete in beauty or intellect, for all souls are inherently beautiful and wise.
- Those who are driven mad by love are wise; those who are captivated by anything else are truly foolish.
- The spaces between your fingers exist so that someone else’s fingers may fit there.
- The most beautiful love is often found while we are searching for something else.
- I love you, not for who you are, but for who I become when I am with you.
- Love is the art of maintaining just the right distance—close enough to feel the excitement, yet far enough to avoid being forgotten.
- Pure love and doubt cannot coexist; the door through which doubt enters is the same door through which love exits.
- Behind genuine concern lies all the meanings of love; not everyone who utters ‘I love you’ is truly caring, but those who demonstrate concern undoubtedly hold love in their heart for you.
- When my soul ceases to cherish yours, my pen will stop adoring letters and kissing paper; in my hand, five fingers appear equal in reverence as they touch yours.
- Love can be a slightly bearable hell, but life without love is unbearable bliss.
- If love were a series of written words, my pens would run dry, but love is a gift of souls. Is my soul enough for you?
Poetry About Love
Many poets excelled in celebrating love through the art of structured verse, skillfully using their words to describe and praise their beloveds. Here are some notable poems:
“You Are My Beloved” by George Jardak
- This poem highlights the author’s deep affection for his beloved, richly illustrating the depth of his love through vivid imagery.
And the embellishment of my face, the color of my eyes, my long hair,
As the mirrors dance to the rhythm of my graceful form.
And the beauty of palm trees sways towards me.
I love you! The whisper of the nights speaks, the light of day,
And the celebration of the stars fills my heart and chest, a festivity of the seas.
And the color of my lips fluttered like a butterfly of flame.
And even the silk touches my sides, light and airy.
They say you dwell within my nights, and fill my dawns,
That you make my form perfect and sketch my waist.
You style my hair, choose the color of my garments and perfume.
And I, beauty, unveiled by your passion, am a poetic verse.
I dream that I am your morning… and your evening.
As I walk, spring comes to me, and light walks along.
And branches bloom around me, and streams of water flow.
I hide… I fly… I become weightless in this air.
I love you! The gaze of my neighbor says, the stranger’s face,
And the joy of my heart in the morning sun and the setting sun.
In you, I dissolve like fragrance amidst a wave of perfume.
Yet you alone are unaware of my love… and you are my beloved.
“My Beloved” by Nizar Qabbani
- In this piece, the renowned love poet expresses the depths of his affection without even disclosing his beloved’s name.
Do not ask me… what is my beloved’s name,
I fear for you the essence of sweetness.
The lilac has crowded the paths.
Do not search for him… here in my heart.
You can see him in the laughter of the streams,
In the flutter of the playful butterfly.
In the song of every nightingale.
In the winter’s tears as it weeps.
Do not inquire about his lips… for did you see
the elegance of the sunset?
Beauty that no book has contained,
Words that no poet’s brush has captured.
So I won’t reveal his name, my beloved…
“I Will Tell You I Love You…” by Nizar Qabbani
- The poet declares:
I will tell you “I love you”…
When all the ancient languages of love have ended,
And lovers have nothing left to say or do…
Then my mission will commence…
In changing the stones of this world…
And in rearranging its structure…
Tree by tree…
Star by star…
Poem by poem…
I will say “I love you”…
As the distance between your eyes and my notebooks diminishes…
And the air you breathe passes through my lungs…
And the hand you place on the car seat…
Is indeed my hand…
I will say it, when I am able,
To summon my childhood, and imaginations, and toy soldiers,
And my paper boats…
And to relive the azure moments with you on the shores of Beirut…
When you trembled like a fish between my fingers…
So I can cover you, when you nap,
With a blanket of summer stars…
I will tell you “I love you”…
The wheat ears will ripen… longing for you…
And the springs will burst forth…
Civilization will arise…
And the birds will learn to fly…
The butterflies will learn to paint…
And as I practice prophecy…
I will be in need of you…
Thoughts of Lovers
I still find myself wondering, after all these years, where to place your love today. Should it occupy a slot among the ordinary occurrences of life, akin to a mere illness or slip of the foot? Or should it rest where it began, as something extraordinary—a gift from a planet unknown to astronomers, or an earthquake unsuspected by any seismic devices? Did I stumble, or was it destiny?
The essence of my love for you means that my mind is filled with thoughts of you, as if that which resides within is not a typical brain, but one intertwined with your presence, unable to think of anything else. My eyes have seemingly glued themselves to your image, rendering me incapable of perceiving life except through you. As for my heart, I suspect you have mingled with the blood coursing through my veins; halting your flow would cease its heartbeat and its life.
I know you are there, looking at me as always, the ticking clocks come to a standstill as you witness my image in every fleeting second without you. I realize that your love for me endures; it has remained unaffected by our distance. There’s nothing for me to do but wait for you and pray each night that one day I will awaken beside you—only you.
I miss you as the sun longs to rise in the morning, as raindrops dream of the moment they kiss the earth, as a bee seeks flowers to savor the sweetest nectar. I miss you like never before.
I may sometimes falter in my descriptions
Or perhaps fall short of expressing the truth;
Forgive me…
Forgive me if dust covers my face and I fail to repay some of your kindness…
Forgive me if my eyes blinked before yours…
Forgive me if, one day, my voice overshadowed yours…
Forgive me because my feelings can never surpass yours…
Forgive me if I stammered in describing you…
You are everything to me;
You are the pupil of my eye, you are the essence of my life;
You are the one for whom I boldly overcome the obstacles of time;
You are the seed of hope that I nurture for your happiness;
And I will harvest… and you will see my yield.
Messages to My Love
Message One:
How difficult those nights are
When I strive to reach you,
To your very veins,
To embrace your heart.
How arduous those nights can be.
Message Two:
How challenging those moments are
When I seek your chest to rest my head.
My beloved,
The longing for you is consuming,
Always, you inhabit my thoughts,
In my nights and my days.
Your image
Is engraved between my eyelids,
It is the light of my eyes.
Message Three:
My darling,
I have found all women in you,
In your eyes, I see joy and light,
Being close to you has taught me loyalty,
And in my love for you, I have discovered pride.
Message Four:
Oh my love: I have loved you until love ceased at your eyes,
I have loved you until every drop of my blood whispered that I adore you,
I have loved you until my eyes shed tears of fear at the thought of your absence,
I have loved you until I forgot my life, and you became my life.