Charming Romantic Messages
- In every raindrop, there lies a love message from me. Reflect on the rain, read it, and ponder.
- The most beautiful time I spent was under your love, and the sweetest poem I composed was about you, with longing in my heart, as my eyes adore every path you take.
- I love you for who you are; you have no equal, no substitute, and no match.
- My dear, gather the pieces of me as you’ve scattered them, for my longing for you shapes my disarray.
- I whisper I love you, so you can tuck it away in your heart, repeating it softly whenever your heart feels heavy.
- I love you, the one who illuminated my life and provided me with comfort; when I think of you, I am at my happiest.
- If love were to lose its way, you would be the guide; if my heart were to falter, you would be the remedy, for a word in love seems insufficient.
- The phrase ‘I love you’ is merely a reflection of my feelings towards you; in loving you, I find my pride.
- My beloved, whenever I gaze at the sky, I remember you, for it connects us despite the distance.
- In my solitude, I love you; with every tear of the clouds, I love you; with every flutter of your lashes, I love you; with each sense of love, I love you.
- You alone, in my eyes, are the most beautiful person, and no matter the choice, it is impossible for me to love anyone but you.
- I will continue to love you until love ceases to exist, until the words run out; for all my life, you will remain in my heart.
- You were and will always be the love that nurtures my heart; only you can adorn my heart and soul.
- Do you remember our first meeting? The first glance and the first whisper—all linger in my heart, for your love has filled my heart, and my soul desires no one but you.
- Sometimes, I perceive life as not worth a smile, but your smile is my very essence.
Beautiful Good Morning Love Messages
- Good morning love, from a heart that cherishes your spirit, wishing for your whispers and a soul that adores you.
- Your morning is a melody of songbirds, reviving with its sweet sound; good morning, my dear.
- Your morning is like jasmine and amber, sweeter than sugar, enveloped in fragrance, and permeated with your essence.
- It’s a morning filled with feelings and kindness, a morning bursting with love, tranquility, and reassurance for your heart, my dear.
- The morning that begins with you is the happiest and most beautiful morning; any morning that doesn’t begin with you feels incomplete and less beautiful.
- Good morning light, morning of flowers of all kinds, morning of sunshine, morning of clouds that shower every moment; good morning roses scented with incense, my love.
- Good morning, oh face of goodness, morning light for the joyful heart, morning of flowers for the dear friend; my morning is yours.
- Good morning of amber and longing, morning of love and tenderness; a special morning that only you deserve.
- Good morning, my life; your morning is the sweetest, your love is the most beautiful, and the best thing is that I love you.
- Your morning differs in brightness like a blossoming flower, with songs bringing good tidings; good morning, and joy to you, my beloved.
- The sweetest morning for the one who lives in my heart and soul; seeing you brings joy to my eyes and heals my wounds.
- I gift you a jasmine flower, its color matches your heart, to greet you and say, “May you have a blessed morning.”
- I have entrusted the bird, swearing by the Lord of goodness, to greet you and tell you that you are my first and last love.
- Good morning honey, a morning filled with sweetness and love, a morning accompanied by hope; good morning, my sweetness.
Elegant Words About Love
- I love you not for who you are, but for who I become when I am with you.
- To love someone means to truly enjoy life; yet one enjoys it only if they are loved.
- No ropes or chains bind as tightly or swiftly as love with a single thread.
- The challenge in love lies in crossing paths with the right partner.
- You do not recognize that love remains the primitive feeling that exists without reasoning.
- The love that is washed by the eyes with their tears remains pure, beautiful, and eternal.
- If you wish to taste the sweetest and finest things in life, share love as generously as you share wealth.
- Love often finds its path through routes where others fear to tread.
- Loving oneself means loving oneself as well as anything else dear to them; a person’s life is merely a continuous exercise of this love.
- When the power of love prevails over the love of power, the world will witness peace.
- Teach people with love as I have taught you; for those who are not nurtured by love will inevitably be trained by its abundance.
- The love that is washed by the eyes remains pure, beautiful, and eternal.
- Love is the intelligent distance, avoiding excessive closeness that extinguishes longing, while not maintaining such distance that leads to forgetfulness.
- The poor who exchange love are the true wealthy ones.
- Love always varies inversely with distance; thus, what is distant from the eye is near to the heart.
- Dignity and love do not mix well; they do not coexist together for long.
- Love that solely values physical beauty is not true love.
- Love is the most beautiful and significant miscalculation between a man and a woman.
- Your task is not to seek love, but to seek and find all the barriers you have built against it.
- Love is a duel from which a woman emerges victorious if she desires it.
- Do not follow love wherever it leads you; instead, take love where you are going, always remembering that you were born to love, not because you were born.
Poems of Flirtation and Affection
- By Adnan Al-Sa’igh:
It is the awakening homeland…
Upon the embers of connection…
It stretches…
From the depths of your eyes…
To the harbors of my heart.
Delightful,
Radiant,
Illuminated,
Like every morning… when I see you
Swirling in your embroidered school dress…
…A flower… of tenderness
That invites my heart’s butterflies… to you
And I proceed…
Behind your braided hair…
Until time flickers out.
I search for a bench for my poetry
To ease my woes
And I wonder, oh poetess?
Why do I love you?
And inquire about you…
The birds of our village…
And the gardens…
And the watchful star.
I light every candle…
By the river
As a vow to your eyes,
Hoping that you come… oh my sweet.
So I could see—in the depths—my extinguished days
And carry my heart in my palms… and go.
I turn between my hands the streets…
And words
Hoping to see you…
Coming in your school dress, embroidered with the chrysanthemum
A breeze of tenderness.
I open all the windows of my heart… to you
And whisper in your ears
Come in, safely!
- By Mustafa Sadek Al-Rafi’i:
Oh for love and flirtation
From the luster of charming eyes
From the gazelle, unlike any gazelle
From joy and sluggishness
From the beautiful one, unlike any beautiful one,
In the bejeweled eyes
From dolls, unlike any dolls
In her complete beauty
They came forth, using their charm.
Then they gazed at me
With a glimmering glance.
They moved on from here
And from here in paths
Alone and anxious,
Oh sweet this anxiety!
Away, shyly,
Beauty confused and rustled.
Then they met, like pure
Hope with hope;
Equal in delight
They were some joy.
Different in their discussion,
Beauty is the essence of debate.
These change this,
With their accessories and garments,
And that one, dressed from
Her elegance on a holiday
Competes; beauty for the
Beautiful ones, like realms.
Then one emerged, then,
Swaying like a drunk,
Rising over a waist that never ceases
From her resting place in boredom;
She sways in the master of love,
Shaking the hero’s blade,
A standing moment,
Moving yet unshaken.
A circle in orbit,
From her waist and sides
And her chest, like a palace above that
Rising on the ruins.
Her waist like a hermit,
Divided from the mountain;
The lament of spirits echoing
With every sigh of ailments.
For the lament of the oud remains,
It never goes and hasn’t gone.
It seems that from my ribs
When I cry, she smiles at me
Like a dancing bird,
Shaking off the wetness.
Fluttering like a bird,
In the hands of the dainty lover,
Shaking, but not from folly,
And all of us are but foolish ones.
Playing without any purpose,
And all of us have our tasks.
She glances at a man,
Ignoring another man
From eyebrow to eyebrow
And glance to glance,
Like the sun to a lover,
And poetry for him like Saturn.
Smiling yet sulking,
Like noon and a child,
Leaping yet still,
Tilting but never tiring.
Between us, she says she has straightened,
She says she didn’t straighten;
And she might think she has trivialized
Her feelings toward us, but she hasn’t.
Revealing what she has drawn
From her lips by me,
A hasty burst of sweetness
Yet lingering like a breath.
And slow, with a rush.