My Beloved
For anyone in love, crafting and sending heartfelt romantic phrases to their partner is essential. These words evoke feelings of tenderness, security, affection, and care. Genuine romantic expressions from the heart bring joy, delight, and confidence to lovers. Hence, we have compiled a collection of the sweetest romantic quotes for your beloved.
The Most Beautiful Romantic Words for My Love
- In my eyes, you alone are the most beautiful angel. No matter how many choices I have, I could never love anyone but you.
- Your absence feels like an endless exile; I feel lonely, and my heart aches.
- She appears to be strong, yet everything about her cries except her eyes.
- Tell him that he’s been gone long enough. Is there a chance for his return?
- I will continue to speak of you, claiming you are the most beautiful coincidence fate has granted me.
- Little things can be incredibly beautiful, like a conversation with someone who simply wants to say they’ve missed you.
- The rose in her hands envies the beauty of her eyes.
- I want to take a moment to tell you that I’m thinking of you, waiting for you, missing you, and most importantly, I love you dearly.
- I placed my joys before me and realized they all revolve around you.
- It’s as if I possess the entire world when I gaze into your eyes.
Poem: My Beloved Awakens from Her Sleep
The poem “My Beloved Awakens from Her Sleep” by the poet Mahmoud Darwish is among the finest works by a Palestinian, Arab, and global literary figure renowned for their contributions to revolutionary and national poetry. Darwish has played a significant role in modern Arabic poetry and introduced symbolism into it. His notable works include “Birds Without Wings,” “Olive Leaves,” “A Lover from Palestine,” among many others.
My beloved awakens from her sleep
My childhood takes, in its palm,
its adornments from everything..
And it does not _
grow with the wind except memory
If they counted the cloud that they piled
over the frame of the faded picture
it would be a week of pride
and every year prior would fall
and borrowed from the evening’s vessel..
The day rolled over every door
submitting to the bustling world
my fingers exhale: do not toss
the fragments of my day into the long road
with the card of exile in my fist
An olive tree,
And this homeland
is a guillotine I worship its blade
If they slaughter me, time will not say
I saw you!
The relief agency does not
ask about the date of my death, nor
does the forest change its olives,
nor do the months fall to October!
My childhood takes in its palm,
its adornments from any day
and it does not _
grow with the wind except memory
And I remember its mirror
in the early days, when adorned
with lightning, but I
persecute the memory because evening
oppresses the heart at its door..
My fingers have given themselves
to a beam lost in her sleep
and when she emerges from her dream
My beloved, I know the path of day
I will carve the way of day.
All the women of pure language
My beloved..
When spring arrives
the rose is exiled upon her chest
from every garden, yearning to return
And I am still in her body lost
like the flavor of the earth that does not vanish
All the women of language are bleeding
My beloved..
Her moons are in the sky
And the rose is burned upon her chest
with a desire for death, for the evening
is a bird in the coat of the conquerors
and I am still in her mind absent
attending her every death and moment ..
All the sleeping women of language
My beloved
dreaming that the day
is upon the pavement of the coming night
dreaming that the phantasm borrowed
from our sleep is a fleeting fallacy
and that our cell has no wall
and that the dream is clay and fire
All the lost women of language
My beloved..
Eyes searched for her
but I did not find her.
I found no greenery in the trees..
I searched through the prisons
but found only the fragments of the moon
I searched my skin..
I found no pulse from her
nor did I find her in the roar of silence
nor did I find her in human tongues
The beloved of all lilies and expressions
Why do you die before me
far from death and memories
and from my family’s house?..
Why do you die before the light of day
is separated from the night ..
before the fall of the wall
Why?
For every occasion, there is a word..
But your death was a surprise for words
and a reward for the exiles
and a prize for the darkness
From where did the appropriate word arise
for the thunderous lily?
I will call upon the sun to dismount
to drink me closely ..
and unlock her secrets ..
I will call upon the night to disown
the burning dagger
and reveal its papers to the singer
The details of those minutes
were..
Headlines of repeated death
and the names of those streets
were..
the bequeathals of a slaughtered prophet
but I came from last year’s edge
on a bridge
Will you not open the windows of a new day
far from the cemetery?!.
For our heroes, the singers chanted
and they were stones
and they wanted to pave
our squares with silence, because silence is purity
When the singers crowd
it seems to us when we knock on the beloved’s door
that the wall is a string
and it seems to us it will not be absent
except for the night of death, from us
but we wait
Will you not leap from the alphabet
to us, will you not leap?
For after the nights of rain
our nation will begin to weep
for the hero of Qadisiyyah !
Let your heartbeats thrum over the eyelids
and bind my throat with the wind
If the sleepers increase..
And from the night of all prisons
I cry:
Return us her house
Return us her silence
Return us her death..
Your eyes, my beloved, are exile
between the nights of glory and defeat.
Your lashes scattered me in a moment
and then returned me to discover the day.
Twenty knives at my neck
and my truth still lost
My beloved was kind when
she bade me farewell ..
Our songs were senses.
Your eyes, my beloved, are a sanctuary
exiling my dreams and my celebrations
when we met within them!
Who buys the history of my ancestors?
Who buys the flames of wounds that
melt my shackles?
Who buys the love that is between us?
Who buys our impending date?
Who buys my voice and mirror?
Who buys the history of my ancestors
on the day of freedom?..
What does the echo say
What does the wind say to the valley?
_Be kind,
Be radiant as death
and be worthy of the wings that
carry my children..
What is the color of her eyes?
Evening says:
A relaxed green
on a mysterious autumn.. like a song
and the lash is a key
for what the heart wants to hear.
Our songs were a struggle there
on the wall of fire and tempest
_Did we meet in all seasons?
_We were young. And the withering
was our lord
_Are we the grass of the fields
or two faces on yesterday?
_The sun was drinking our shadow
and we did not leave the grip of the sun
Your eyes, my beloved, are a return
from our lost death under siege
As if I meet you this evening
for the first time..
and between us
there are only beginnings, and a river of blood
as if it has not washed the generations.
My legend falls from my grip
Stones scratch the face of death
and the dry lily on my forehead
knows the atmosphere of the house..
_Who dances tonight at the festival
_Our coming children
_Who remembers forgetfulness?
_Our coming children
_Who weaves sorrow into
a crown of flowers on the forehead of time?
_Our coming children
_Who adds sugar to the colors?
_Our coming children
_And we, my beloved,
what role
do we take in the joy of the festival?
_We die happy
to the sound of music
Our coming children..!
Romantic Thoughts for My Beloved
First Thought:
You are life… you are love… you are all hope. I constantly search for you everywhere… I want to stay with you until the end. Next to you, I gaze at you and listen to your sweet words… just being here is enough for me to feel eternal happiness… With you, I see nothing as impossible… and I desire nothing more.
Second Thought:
I will wait for you no matter how long it takes… Your words remain etched in my mind… Your tenderness touches my feelings… Your heart brimming with affection keeps me warm… and your image is constantly before me… Your words echo in my ears… Your touches give me a sense of vulnerability… I am weak in your love and passion… I cherish this weakness and hope to remain this way… just for you and no one else.
Romantic Messages for My Beloved
First Message:
As long as I am with you,
the constraints of the universe mean nothing to me…
Your captivity is more beautiful than my freedom without you.
Second Message:
Tell her…
that I am jealous of her…
of the breeze that caresses her hair…
Third Message:
My beloved…
Before sleeping, I think of you…
During sleep, I dream of you…
And upon waking, I remember this dream…
To start a new day with you beside me…
sharing the most beautiful moments of my life…
and may my soul never cease to love you…
Fourth Message:
It is your love and tenderness…
that envelop me, embracing me…
as if I were a child…
pleading for you to give me more love…