The Most Beautiful Words About Love
- My lady, you were the most significant woman in my history before the year ended; now you are the most essential woman after the dawn of this year. You are a woman I cannot quantify in hours or days; you are a woman crafted from the essence of poetry and the gold of dreams. You have resided within me for millions of years.
- I love you, my beautiful one; you are my beginning and my end.
- I adore you, O miracle of beauty; I cherish you, O exquisite creation of the Most Merciful, the finest of all worlds, and more precious to me than any other person.
- I love you and will continue to do so as long as my heart beats. O my beloved, I am lost in your affection and consumed by your passion. Yours are the words I always listen for, and your presence is what I constantly yearn for. In your absence, I remain patient; connect with me, take me to the realm of dreams, to the world of love and passion, where it is just you and me.
- One cannot truly comprehend the depth of loneliness that women endure. Men often resort to deception to project strength, unaware that such actions negatively affect the love blossoming between them.
- My expectations in loving you surpass all imagination, and my aspirations for you exceed all expressions. I desire nothing more than to see you at your best and to shield you from the words surrounding us. I have written the most beautiful verses in your love and played the sweetest melodies on the strings of my heart for you.
- My beloved, I carry in my heart the essence of every human being. If a poet were to be inspired and a writer to employ all their talent to describe my love, they would still fall short.
- I adore you when I hear the echoes of your voice resonating within my heart. I love you when you stammer out of shyness at the letters of “I Love You.” I cherish you in the rain, the snow, and when storms rage.
- I love you across the years and the terrains, I adore you whenever you journey with my soul, which is enraptured by your love.
- My beloved, who has awakened every creative spark within me, your words resonate inside me like fresh breezes penetrating my depths. A shiver coursed through me that revived not just my morning but the very days of my life. You, with your enchanting smile, with your pure silence, and your sweetest conversation, are the princess among my finest lines.
- For a person to evict an army that has invaded their land is easy, but to expel the love that has taken residence in their heart is a profound challenge.
- Love seeks permission from a woman to enter her heart, whereas a man storms into his without asking.
- True love, as time passes, deepens within our souls.
- The first love does not die; rather, true love arrives to bury it alive.
- Those who have firmly closed their hearts out of fear of love do not realize that the real thief does not come through doors.
- My beloved, here I inscribe the letters of love from the blood of my heart.
- My love, you have ignited every ounce of creativity in me, rendering me an artist for your sake.
- My beloved, you have fulfilled every aspiration of mine; you have overcome obstacles and reached the impossible, driven by your love after divine assistance. If I penned the most beautiful and sweetest words for you, I still would not do you justice.
- My beloved, I wish to shout at the world’s scholars to invent a name for what I hold in my heart, for I find the phrase “I love you” to be inadequate for you.
- I have sipped love from your cup and been intoxicated by the essence of your breath; I envy anyone who sees you and sits to contemplate your features.
- I love you with a heart that you embody.
- I love you, so do not ask me for proof: (Has a bullet ever asked a victim for evidence?)
- Burn whatever you wish of my body, for my tears will extinguish the flames, but never set my heart ablaze, for it resides within you.
- You may be just a person to the world, but you may be the whole world to one.
- Speak softly when speaking of love.
- Friendship may blossom into love, but love never regresses to mere friendship.
- Love is sovereign; thus, it exists above the law.
- Love is like war; it is easy to ignite but difficult to extinguish.
- Love is the only game where two can play and both win or lose together.
- For a man, love is a facet of his existence, while for a woman, it constitutes her entire being.
- A man loves to find joy in life, while a woman lives to find joy in love.
- Love can begin with a word, but it can never end with one.
- There is no love save what we can imagine.
- The one who loves believes everything or doubts everything.
- Youths yearn for love, wealth, and health, but there will come a day they wish for health, wealth, and love in that order.
- The tragedy of love lies in the fact that a man wishes to be the first to enter a woman’s heart, while she longs to be the last to enter his.
- In love, there are letters we send and others we tear apart, yet the most beautiful letters are those we never write.
- Love is blind.
- Loving amplifies a man’s tenderness while softening a woman’s delicacy.
- Romance is a duel from which a woman emerges victorious if she desires.
- Love to a woman is akin to nectar to a flower.
The Most Beautiful Words About the Pain of Love
- As separation is the other side of love, and disappointment is the other side of passion, why is there not a day for forgetting when postal workers cease their duties, phone lines break, romantic broadcasts are silenced, and we stop writing love poetry?
- Enchant me with the glow of your smile and the brilliance of your eyes; I am weary of the symphony of separation and have memorized the alphabet of deprivation. Let us spread the anthems of love in the expanse of our souls.
- My beloved, before loving you, I heard that love is pain, torment, and deprivation, and I feared it. Yet after I loved you, I wished that the suffering of lovers becomes my destiny, as long as you are by my side.
- Love is a bearable hell; life without love is an unbearable paradise.
- Love, a blossoming flower, only releases its fragrance when showered with tears of pain.
- Love is both a tear and a smile.
- Love does not kill lovers; it merely suspends them between life and death.
- Love is a living experience that only those who endure it can feel its pain.
The Most Beautiful Words About Love and Longing
- My love, let us gather the fragments of hope, deeply wounded, and weave a song of passion sung by hearts alive with love. With our meeting, barriers of silence will crumble, and the language of longing will flourish.
- I miss you even while you are in the embrace of my heart; every part of my being longs for the scent of your breath. I can perceive the hue of flowers in your cheeks and the melody of love in your silence.
- O precious love, I bestow two words from my heart: I love you in a fantastical way, and God knows the longing buried in my soul.
- Beautiful love is that which we always yearn for, and not that which we forget when we stand at the threshold of our home to depart. Taking risks in love is challenging, but we must live it to grasp the true essence of pleasure.
- Longing enchains me in iron bonds; every time I free one, memories return anew.
- Tell me how to live with your heart so far from mine. How sweet is my suffering while my soul craves more, as love is a king, and we are its devoted servants; my love, remember me, for my longing is fierce.
- Your heart is the finest of all, your whispers are the sweetest words, and what I cherish most in my life is my longing for you.
Poetic Verses on Love
- The poet Mahmoud Darwish states in his poem about ancient love:
-1-
Upon the ruins, we were sent.
Our faces upon the sand.
If the summer winds pass.
We unfurl the handkerchiefs.
Slowly… slowly.
And we fade into two songs, like prisoners.
We dodge the dewdrop.
Come for just one thought.
O sister!
When the last hours of the night
Strip me of colors and shades,
And protect me from humiliation!
In your eyes, my ancient moon,
My roots are drawn;
To a blue sleep
Under the sun… and the palms;
Far from the twilight of exile…
Close to my family’s shelter.
-2-
I yearn for childhood in you.
Since spring’s birds took flight,
When trees were stripped bare;
Your voice, oh what of that voice,
Sometimes comes
From the wells,
And sometimes drips towards me from the rain;
Pure like fire,
Like trees… like poetry pouring down.
Come forth;
In your eyes lay something I long for,
And I awaited it,
Pull me towards your arms,
Hold me as a prisoner
To be forgiven;
I yearn for childhood in you
Since the birds of spring flew.
The trees grew bare!
-3-
We cross the road,
Bound…
As if we were prisoners.
My hand, I did not know, or your hand
Has swallowed a pain
From the other?
And did not release, as usual,
In my chest or yours…
A scar of remembrance
As if we were but passing by,
Like all others.
And if we looked,
There was no longing,
No regret,
Nor disdain.
We dive into the crowd
To buy our trivial things.
And we leave no ash to remember the embers.
And something in my veins
Calls to me
To drink from your hand, the meaning.
-4-
Once dismounted, a star,
Walked upon our fingertips,
And did not tire;
And when I tasted from your lips
The wild berry juice,
It came, who then drank
And when I wrote of your eyes,
Every word I wrote stopped.
We shared our pillow…
And our coffee.
And when you left…
Nothing left.
I may have become forgotten
To you,
Like a cloud in the wind,
Falling towards the West…
But if I attempt
To forget you…
A star lands upon my hand.
-5-
To you glory,
Hovering in my imagination,
From your echo…
Prison and chains,
I see you, leaning
On a cushion;
A mare running,
I feel you in the cold nights,
A sun
In my blood, singing.
I name you childhood;
The breast emerges before me,
I name you spring;
The grasses and flowers stand tall.
I name you sky;
Then rains and thunder arrive.
To you glory,
For my joy in bewilderment
Has no bounds,
And my rendezvous has no promise.
To you… glory.
-6-
And we grasped the evening…
As the sun was
Combing its hair in the sea,
The last kiss danced
On my eyes like embers.
_Take from me the winds
And kiss me
For the last time in a lifetime.
..And dawn arrived
As the sun
Brushed its hair in the East,
With henna and a wedding.
And a ticket for the slave market;
_Take from me the songs
And remember me…
Like a flash of lightning.
And the evening caught me
As the bells rang
For the procession of the lovely captive,
And my heart was cold as diamond,
And my dreams were boxes at the port.
Take from me spring
And bid me farewell…