Expressions of Longing
- My longing for you is not the issue; rather, the thought of whether you will return or not is what torments me.
- I will continue to love you regardless of how long I wait; if you are not my destiny, then you are my choice.
- If you knew that I miss you, my longing could shift from pain to joy.
- My beloved, the longing for you consumes me; you are always in my thoughts, both day and night.
- In moments of longing for you, all of my thoughts center around you, and I am irresistibly drawn by yearning and nostalgia.
- Only when you miss someone do you fall deeply in love and find creativity in your affection.
- Longing is a feeling that grows within us until we struggle to manage it, leading us into sorrow and pain for those we have lost.
- We need them; we feel an emptiness that suffocates our souls, whispering deeply within ourselves our longing for them, fearing that our yearning may produce a voice loud enough to wound us with their absence.
- Sometimes, we endure silence because there are things that words cannot mend; there are numerous things I miss that I wonder if they will return or become mere memories.
- When you long for someone, you wish for all faces to transform into one.
- Love is longing for someone when they are away, but at the same time, feeling warmth because they remain close in your heart.
Expressions of Love
- I eagerly anticipate that moment you will arrange for us one winter night—no coffee, no people, just a wooden chair, you, me, and the rain.
- My love, when I look into your eyes, I see the reflection of your soul, and my love for you will last forever.
- You are the queen of my heart; meeting you was the best thing that has ever happened in my life.
- I know you are not like any other man, and no matter what you do, you will always be my man.
- You are the hidden smile in my heart whenever I seek joy.
- Only you have the power to make my life better, turning every moment unforgettable.
- Even without rings or necklaces connecting us, all of my dreams are tied to you.
- I love you as vast as the sky and even more.
- If love were merely words to be inscribed, I would have used up my pens; but love is a connection of souls—could my spirit be enough for you?
- If I gathered all the joyful days of my life, they would not amount to a moment spent with you.
- My heartbeat can now express just one word: I love you.
- Even if the sun never rises, or if the stars do not appear in the sky, my love for you will remain and shine brighter, lasting forever.
- To you, how can one word turn you into a boundless homeland, allowing me to embrace being your land, filled with your future children?
- What have you done to lock the doors of my heart to you, what did you place in my chest that holds it tightly closed inside me for eternity?
- I believed there was enough space for both of us; it was prepared for one, hence we unified—me, you, and the moon.
Expressions of Nostalgia
- The night has arrived, bringing with it the scent of nostalgia wafting from afar.
- I have etched his name in my thoughts and soul, preserved his image in my heart and anguish; his memory will forever be the light from which I draw life.
- Our pens have grown heavy with unspoken words; our worries suffocate us, and pain ravages us, while the unknown frightens us, and longing overwhelms us.
- All I wish for is for you to come back, allowing everyone else to fade away.
- Only when you miss someone do you truly love and create beauty in your affection.
- There is always one person who, despite the distance, remains the most cherished and everlasting in our hearts.
- Never burn your bridges with those you love, for fate may someday allow a reunion that mends the past and reconnects what was severed. If the beautiful times have passed, who knows? Perhaps a more beautiful time awaits you.
- The longing and nostalgia tear me apart, the distance and separation torment me. I yearn for the distant past, longing for a word, look, or smile from you, yet time deprives me of the sweetness of reunion and the freshness of your presence.
- Upon our separation, I wished for a market that could sell years, to restore hearts and revive nostalgia.
- There are voices that remind me from behind that I love you; despite my attempts to ignore you, they whisper slyly: enough with the lies, for longing is tearing you apart.
- You cry in secret, yet laugh openly—these are the souls burdened by nostalgia.
Messages to My Beloved
- This morning feels different; the scent of your presence wafts through every corner of my imagination.
- If a million love you, I am one of them; if one loves you, it is I; if no one loves you, know that I am dead.
- Some may leave, yet they linger in our minds longer than their actual presence in our lives.
- No one else feels like this; you are the only one who embodies that unique emotion stirring within me.
- Your love illuminates my life, filling every moment with brilliance; our love will remain immense despite the distance.
- How can I hide the longing etched on my features when I utter your name?
- You may be out of sight, but you are never out of my mind.
- I love you deeply; do not ask me for evidence—have you ever seen a bullet query its victim?
- I love you, with a thousand heartbeats within me, fearful of losing you.
- Love is the map of life, while longing is the toll of death.
- A morning or an evening without hearing your voice cannot be considered a morning or an evening at all.
- You remain the sole love in my heart, which I cherish every day.
- I dream of the distances between us vanishing.
Poem of Eruptions of Longing
- By Youssef Al-Deek:
The longing carries me to your eyes…
And the sea of silence.
It frightens me… between the waves of memory… and whispering.
…
I search my memory.
Reading what you’ve hidden within it of magic, images…
And tears that precede the screams.
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Oh, you who has been absent since you twirled the grip of July
Grind of sorrow…
And the murmur of a bird on a branch breaking in the wind of sighs.
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Come back… for your absence does not hurt me, but…
It kills my sense of time, and pain… and things.
It throws me into the absurdity of monotony… a dull pattern… and the blackness of life.
And renders moments meaningless.
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When you return, I will extinguish my memories… and light the candles of my heart…
And I will cry, wrapped in my exhaustion, apologizing for all my dreams.
…
There… on the windowsill… I sat for a long time.
Here… in the corners of the room… alone… I snuffed out my lamp and cried.
To the sound of a dove that will come to your eyes… on the memory of your eyes, I slept.
And I sketched on the sidewalks laden with the steps of shy lovers…
The flickering of a lamp that has stood against the wind for a long time… until patience ran out… and the oil was gone.
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Listen… this heart “in my chest”
A wolf howling in the desolation of a desert outside the map of the universe.
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The moan of longing is rocks breaking over my ribs…
Volcanoes erupt if the earth knew them, it would change its greenery…
And the world would reveal the secret of color…
…
We will narrate our story to future generations:
Since the water horse was defeated, I cried over the sand of the shores, in front of the shark I begged you not
to succumb to the illusion of shared living, for a monkey has rituals among the branches, and some
wild herbs resemble three moons from afar, the flower of pomegranate, and my mother… died from
the burden of yearning, and the pain of tenderness… and some martyrs return on the footsteps of night
… and overflow with the dawn in one voice: …
– We did not go to war for our blood to be shared, those haunted by the narrowness of self…
But we died so that homelands may live…!!
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We will build around the heart for it to remain in the shadow of a wall,
and we shall construct what is missing from chambers of love… and close the door of the house.
The piper of the neighborhood is sad; he does not cheer anyone… like a stranger in the neighborhood who cried…
And the melody poured over the cheeks to wash the weeping of the piper.
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Oh girl, heed the heartbeat a little…
And you will discover the truth of how I breathe jasmine in your cheeks
And run away from everyone, and myself, to you… and condense the arts of early death
Oh wonder of my soul… what remains of me… except you
And from my insignificant life, other than your cooing… when I see you
My life is thriving with death
And my death/life is in your eyes… and near your steps.
How wide is the hole in the pouch of days in my side
How narrow the days are…and my window…
And how far away is the encounter of a mischievous soul… with an angel.