The Most Beautiful Poem About Love

Love Me Without Conditions

Love me without any conditions.

And get lost in the lines of my hands.

Love me for a week, for days, for hours.

For I am not one to care about eternity.

I am October, the month of winds,

Rain, and cold.

I am October, so dissolve away

Like lightning upon my body.

Love me

With all the ferocity of the Mongols,

With the heat of the jungle,

With the intensity of the rain,

And do not stay, do not hesitate,

And never prepare yourself.

The Decision

I love you, and I have made my decision.

For whom should I offer my innocence, I wonder?

No authority in love surpasses my own.

My opinion is mine; my choice is free choice.

These are my feelings, so do not interfere.

Please, between the sea and the sailor,

Stay on neutral ground, for I

Will intensify my determination.

What do I fear? I am all laws,

I am the ocean, and you are from my rivers.

I am women; I have made them rings

On my fingers and stars in my orbit.

Stay silent, do not speak,

For I engage in dialogues with women.

I am the one who gives decrees of love

To those standing before the gates of my essence.

I arrange my state and my maps,

I am the one who chooses the color of my ocean.

I decide who enters my paradise,

And I decide who enters my fire.

I am in love, a dominant ruler,

In every passion, there is a taste of colonization.

Surrender to my will and desire,

And welcome my rains with childlike innocence.

If I have anything to say, I will say it

To the one, the all-powerful.

Your eyes alone are my legitimacy,

My vessels, and the friends of my journeys.

If I have a homeland, your face is my homeland,

And if I have a home, your love is my abode.

Who dares hold me accountable for you, when you are

The gift of the heavens and the blessing of fate?

Who can judge what flows in my veins

Of pearls, emeralds, and shells?

Do they discuss the rooster in its colors

And the anemones in their bloom?

O you, my sovereign, my queen,

My celestial star, my beloved maritime.

I love you without any reservations,

And I live within you, my birth and my ruin.

I have chosen you deliberately and intentionally;

If you are a shame, then what a beauty in my nakedness!

What do I fear? And whom do I fear? I am the one who

Let time sleep on the echoes of my strings.

I hold the keys to poetry in my hands,

Long before Bashar and Mihyar.

I have made poetry warm bread,

And I have made it fruit upon trees.

I have traveled in the sea of women and have not yet

Returned from that day to tell my tales.

The Most Beautiful Love

As grass grows between the cracks of a rock,

We found ourselves strangers one day.

And the spring sky was composing star by star.

And I composed a verse of love

For your eyes.. I sang it.

Do your eyes know that I waited long

Like summer waits for a bird?

I slept like a migrant,

One eye sleeps while the other stays awake for long,

And weeps for its sibling.

We are lovers, until the moon sleeps,

And we know that embraces and kisses

Are the sustenance of romantic nights.

And the morning calls my steps to continue

On the path of a new day.

We are friends, so walk beside me hand in hand.

Together we create news and songs.

Why question this road about its fate,

Where it is taking us?

And where do we gather our steps?

So I take solace in us; we are walking

Together, forever.

Why do we search for songs of sorrow

In an old collection of poetry?

And we ask if our love will endure?

I love you with a wanderer’s affection, an oasis of grass and water,

And with the love of the poor for a loaf of bread.

Just as grass grows between the cracks of a rock,

We found ourselves strangers one day,

And we remain companions always.

I Love You More

Grow, grow bigger.

No matter how harsh you may be,

You will remain in my eyes and flesh an angel.

And you will remain as my love desires to see you.

Your breeze is amber,

Your land is sweet,

And I love you more.

Your hands are delicate branches,

But I do not sing

Like every nightingale.

For chains

Teach me to fight.

I fight and fight

Because I love you more.

My song is daggers of roses,

And my silence is the childhood of thunder,

And it is a mixture of blood,

Of my heart.

You are the earth and the sky.

Your heart is green,

And the sea of love within you expands.

How then could I not love you more

When you are as my love desires to see you.