The Emotions of Love
When the heart is struck by admiration, these feelings inevitably develop into love and passion over time. In such moments, the lover becomes a poet, expressing the sweetest and most delicate words of affection—one of the most beautiful experiences a person can undergo, especially when these words are sincere, expressive, and profound.
Most Beautiful Words on Love
- It matters not how much time I have left; what matters is spending all that time with you.
- I want to be the beautiful thing in your life that brings a smile to your lips every time you think of me.
- I wish I could be everything you love.
- After you, I shall love no one, and before you, I didn’t even know what love truly was.
- You have tied me to you, even in your absence; I feel your spirit with me, no matter the distance.
- Love means I am content with you, yet never satisfied without you.
- I loved you so much that when you are away, everything else fades away with you.
- If love were a collection of words, my pens would run dry; but since love is a gift of souls, I wonder if my spirit is enough for you.
- All I desire is for you to remain in my life forever.
- I loved you in a way that if it turned into water, it would drown the entire world.
- It is said that in love, a hug is a kind of life.
- I cherish you because you are my most valuable possession.
- How could I not love you more than myself when every heartbeat of mine whispers your name?
- I love you as many times as I breathe, and you breathe, and everyone breathes.
Most Beautiful Expressions of Passion
- Only with you do I see the part that completes my soul.
- She doesn’t know he’s waiting for a single word from her, and he doesn’t realize she’s waiting for him to start; how strange is the philosophy of love!
- Those who truly adore you will find a thousand ways to please you.
- Did I tell you that you have planted something in me that is too profound to articulate?
- The one closest to your heart knows what you desire through the language of your eyes without any words.
- Your scent lingers in my hands even after we’ve parted; a beautiful friend after our meeting.
- The most wonderful experience in life may be love, but the most splendid is seeing it thrive with loyalty.
- Humans have yet to find the limits of love, for it knows no bounds, dates, or appointments; love is a pure expression from heart to heart.
- All I wish for is to hold your hands to my heart and whisper: I adore you beyond words.
- I love your soul simply because it is unique from the rest.
- And I whisper in your ear: I promise you a love that has never occupied your heart before; I love you, and that is enough.
Most Elegant Words of Flirtation
- I flirted with her, and she smiled; my heart was thrown into her love, yearning for a connection, wanting nothing but her. Do you know who my beloved is? Who has wrapped my heart in her embrace?
- There is nothing more delightful than hearing your voice and seeing your smile; I need nothing more, my lady, as when I thirst, I look at you, and I forget my weariness. When I long for you, I interlock my hand with yours.
- I have fought many battles for you, challenging my pen and my notebook; writing about you, my beloved, cannot merely be expressed in letters but requires an entirely new language to accurately convey your qualities and sing your angelic virtues.
- I cherish the love that God has placed in my heart for you; I love that among all the world, you are my beloved.
- I await your arrival to make my cheeks blossom and my heart bloom, and to experience life between your arms.
- My love, your femininity knows no bounds, from your head to your toes; each part of you deserves to be pampered. Please allow me to indulge you, my enchantress.
- I adore the moment your features slip into my memory and I smile involuntarily.
- My beloved, the most beautiful woman on Earth, how do I describe you? How do I articulate my feelings for you when your tenderness seeps into my veins, and your gentle breezes flow through my arteries? How do I describe you, when all sadness dissolves in your hands, you who paint joy into my heart with your smile and spread your fragrance with pride?
- My beloved, I cannot find a limit to my words; for such beauty, love was created. Echo the letters of love, for we are both tormented by our passion, and we cannot say it will end, for our love is a choice and a destiny that the impossible cannot thwart.
Reflections of a Lover
Reflection One:
When you became the ocean, I did not wave to them seeking rescue; I bade them farewell content. You are my smile in dark moments, my medicine when I am ill, my safety when I am afraid, and you remain when everyone else departs.
Reflection Two:
Let me translate my love poems in every language, recording them in every myth and story. My love, from your eyes began the uprising of my letters and words; I penned a tale of love devoid of falsehoods or fables. With every heartbeat, my yearning rests upon your love; I know no defeat nor do I raise white flags. Allow me, my love, to show you my adoration in every language.
Reflection Three:
I love you, not because you are something, but because you are the most beautiful of all things, possessing profound awareness of beauty’s meaning. I love you, not because you are a heartbeat, but because you are the truest of pulses, rich with purity. I love you, not merely as a lover, but as my other half; you are my heartbeat.
Reflection Four:
Do you know that I cried after writing my first love poem? And you know I will cry more after the last love poem I have yet to write. Between crying and writing, I find a relationship I cannot fathom; I cry to write and I write to avoid tears, and that is my complex equation.
Reflection Five:
My beloved, you will be in my heart a flower whose petals shall never wither; each day will be a spring for you, knowing none can refer to autumn. I say this with all the strength I possess, with a heart whose veins pulse only for you, and shall beat only at your name. Yes, I have loved you, and I continue to love you, and I shall love no one but you; you are my spirit and soul, my life and time.
Reflection Six:
You are the age of my years and my time; you encompass my entire existence and space. You are the heartbeat of my heart and my essence; you are my hope and my peace. You are the words and lines of my sentences; you embody the delicacy of my feelings, the whisper of my soul. You are the sensation of my love and the passion of my affection, the moments of my happiness and my joy; with you, my sorrows dissipate. You are my smile and the laughter of my lips.
Poetry in Love, Passion, and Flirtation
Poem: A Cup of Passion
- This poem is by the poet Mahmoud bin Saud Al-Hulaibi, a Saudi poet born in Al-Ahsa, Eastern Province, Saudi Arabia. He attended various elementary schools in Al-Ahsa and went on to study at the Islamic University of Imam Muhammad bin Saud. He graduated with a degree in Arabic Language from the College of Sharia in Al-Ahsa. The poet expresses in his verse:
I shall pour my heart like a cup of passion
For the one who savors the sweetness of my soul
With poetry, cardamom, and saffron!
I will pour it for the one whose gaze
Catches my madness upon the shore of her eyes
Her lash entices me in longing
And her eyelid embraces me in tenderness!
I shall pour it for the one who holds me
A delicate dream that haunts the eyes of a clever boy
Who has grown accustomed since childhood to kissing the warm ink
On paper
As white as the heart
Fueled by a spark in the gardens!
I shall pour it for the one who enjoys my tears as bitter salt
Whenever my seas become turbulent
And my ship of sorrow overflows
And time itself constricts
And the place resounds!
For the one who, when my wound cries out
And my bleeding carves paths of sorrow
Inside me
She runs towards me
Embracing my grief
Caressing my heart gently
While singing to me the whispers of the grove to the nightingale!
For the one who awakens my illusions
With a melody from her pure essence
So I depart within her
And she departs within me
On steeds of certainty
Along a path that sings its greenery with safety!
For the one I have yet to find
On the fury of a dictatorial dream
Who appeared to my eyes as a mermaid
Floating and drifting
Awakening and dozing
Leaving me
Between the shores of wishes
And the desert of my life
As I wrestle her with dismal tunes
The pain of my lyre sings to her
And laments upon her
With the moan of the violin!
Poem: The Strange River and You Are My Beloved
- This poem is by Mahmoud Darwish, the second child of a family consisting of five sons and three daughters. He was born in the village of Al-Birwa (a destroyed Palestinian village, now the site of a new village called Ahihud, located 12.5 km east of the coastal plain of Akka) and fled to Lebanon at the age of seven, staying for one year. He then secretly returned to Palestine. Darwish served as the president of the Association of Palestinian Writers and Journalists and edited Al-Karmel magazine. He lived in Paris before returning to his homeland, where he gained permission to enter Israel to visit his mother. During his time there, some Arab and Jewish members of the Knesset proposed allowing him to remain in his homeland, which was approved. He states in his poem:
The stranger river said
And gets ready to sing
We did not try the language of love, nor did we go to the river aimlessly
The night came to me from her handkerchiefs
Never has a night like this come before, so I offered my blood to the prophets
To let them die in our place…
And we remain an hour upon the sidewalk of strangers
And she readied herself to sing.
Alone in that moment of lovers, flowers upon the water
And feet upon the water
Where shall we go?
To the deer, the wind, and the spear. I am the knife and the wound.
Where shall we go?
Here is freedom in my cut veins.
Your eyes are countries on the small window
O little bird of fire, where shall we go?
To the deer, the wind, and the spear
And for the poet, a time comes higher than water, and lower than nooses.
O migratory bird! Where shall we go?
I did not bid you farewell; I have just said goodbye to the surface of the Earth now…
With me, you are a constant meeting between farewell and farewell.
Here I bear witness that love is like death
It arrives when we do not expect love;
So do not wait for me…
The strange river said
And readied itself to travel,
The six directions know nothing of “Jana”
Except that the rain
Did not wet her.
They know nothing of her
Except that I have changed; I have transformed
I poured dew and trees
And held Sinbad captive
The strange river said
Here is that which we remain silent about
Turning into a country
Is this the ground we inhabit?
It has become a journey
The strange river said
And readied itself to travel
Alone, we do not enter the night aimlessly
Why does your body wish for hair
And the lotus flower further than my grave?
Why do you carry
With more eyes of martyrs?
Get closer to me; they will add one more
“My bread suffices the first moment”…
And I move toward my time and the cross of others.
Alone, we do not enter the night aimlessly,
O body that encapsulates the Earth,
And O land that takes on the shape of my spiritual body,
Be with me so I can exist.
Try to paint me as a moon
Descending into the night toward the forests
Try to paint me as a stone
Traveling the distances towards my house.
So why do you carry
With more faces of martyrs?
Step away from me, so they become a nation in one…
Are you igniting the wind in my waist
Or raising the sun?
Or are you committing suicide?
This world has taught me languages and countries that are different from what your eyes depict.
I understand nothing from you. “I don’t understand Jana”
So do not wait for me!..
The strange river said
And prepared to cry.
She was no more beautiful than the café servant
And no nearer than my mother
But the evening
Was a cat between her hands
And the vast horizon came from the glass of the window
Seeking refuge in the shade of her eyes.
The strangers
Filled the shade.
I will not go to the river aimlessly.
Go in the dream, O Jana!
Jana cried!
And time threw me at the hour of water.
Go in time, O Jana!
Jana cried!
And the dream was particles of air.
Go in the first joy, O Jana!
Jana cried!
And the wound of the martyrs…?
Ah, Jana
Were you not my city
Or my homeland
Or my time
So I could stop the river that sweeps me away?
Then why are you now entering my body
To become the river or the lady of the river?
Why are you now exiting from my body
And for you, I renewed the residency
In this land… I renouvelled residency.
Go in the dream, O Jana!
Jana cried!
And the river became a belt around my waist
And the shape of the sky vanished.
Share Your Thoughts with Us: A Topic for Discussion🤔
In your opinion, is it correct in relationships to always take the initiative in messages and attention, or to act within the framework of “gravity is an art”?