Heartfelt Messages for My Beloved
- My love, may you be a blessing every year, as I pray you remain a part of my life forever. Each year, you reside in the center of my heart.
- The most beautiful moments of my life are those spent writing to you, reading for you, cherishing your images, and replaying your laughter in my ears.
- My heart beats for you, my love, so please do not leave me.
- Just by seeing you, my happiness multiplies, my love.
- Do you know what you are to me, my love? You are my joy, along with countless unspeakable things.
- The beauty of your eyes serves as my inspiration and the guiding light of my life.
- Love, you are not just a dream I see while sleeping; you are a dream that keeps me awake.
- Do you know, my love, that the time we spent together has been some of the best days of my life?
- Amidst life’s chaos, your presence beside me is my wish and every hope I hold.
- My love, hold me close in your gaze, and let me live in the peace it offers.
Beautiful Phrases for My Beloved
- You will undoubtedly find love when you believe in your heart’s power to endure every moment of pain along this journey, understanding that love is about sacrifice, loyalty, and endless affection.
- I did not choose to love you; rather, your love chose me.
- I love you with the count of my breaths, your breaths, and everyone’s breaths around us.
- The beauty of life lies in being close to someone you’ve cherished for years, who then becomes yours.
- When I say ‘I love you,’ I mean nothing less than I would live and die for you.
- The grip of your hands equates to the entirety of this world.
- My love for you remains in my heart like a blooming flower.
- You are my happiness, my peace, and everything I adore.
- All of the previous statements hold little value compared to the fact that I love you alone.
- When you experience the best days of your life with your eternal love anywhere on earth, it transforms into a paradise you wish would never end.
- Your presence is my paradise, and your absence feels like a moment of exile.
- When I fell for you, I listened only to my heart; in loving you, I desired nothing from this world except you because loving you has made me feel as though I possess everything.
- You are my life, and I am solely living for you.
- One day, you might gain someone who compensates for all you’ve lost in life.
- Moving forward, I will love no one after you; previously, I knew not love until you came into my life.
- If you witnessed how I speak of you to strangers, you’d likely line up among them to cherish yourself from my words.
- You have bound me to you; even in your absence, I sense your essence with me, no matter how far apart we are.
- I gaze at no one as I do you; you captured my eyes long before you claimed my heart.
- When they inquire about you, I declare you are the happiness that entered my life, a joy I wish to last forever.
- How enchanting it is to have someone who cannot find rest before ensuring your well-being.
- You are the only one with whom I can talk endlessly without ever feeling satisfied or wanting our conversation to end.
The Most Beautiful Things to Say to My Beloved
- Love means I am content with you, yet I will never be satisfied away from you.
- I love you so intensely that in your absence, everything fades away with you.
- You will remain immortal as long as someone remembers you.
- I believe that your love is both a trial and a destined fate.
- I attempted to savor the taste of love’s ocean, only to find myself immersed in it.
- When I utter ‘I love you,’ it signifies nothing less than my willingness to live and die for you.
- My love for you continues to blossom within me like a flower in full bloom.
- The love in your eyes is my homeland, my identity, my land, and my birthright.
- You are my morning; you are the last thought I had last night and the first one of my day.
- I long for the moment we reunite, where time stands still just for us.
Poem: Every Year You Are My Beloved
The poet Nizar Qabbani expresses:
Each year, you are my beloved… I say this to you as the clock strikes midnight, as the previous year collapses into the depths of my sorrows like a boat made of paper… I express this to you in my own way, transcending the conventional celebrations practiced worldwide since 1975… Breaking away from the false traditions of joy people have held onto since then… Rejecting all the classical phrases that men have recited to women for decades… Every year, you are my beloved… I say it simply, as a child recites a prayer before sleep or as a bird stands on a wheat stalk… The flowers on your white dress bloom, and the boats awaiting in the waters of your eyes multiply… I say this to you passionately and ardently, like the Spanish dancer striking his foot against the ground, forming countless circles around the earth… Each year, you are my beloved… These four words I will wrap in a ribbon of reeds and send to you on New Year’s Eve. All the cards they sell in shops fail to convey my desires, and every illustration of candles, bells, trees, and snowballs, along with children and angels, do not resonate with me… I find no comfort in mass-produced cards, no comfort in customary poems, nor in wishes crafted for export… Everything is printed in Paris, London, or Amsterdam, composed in French or English to suit all occasions… But you are not just a woman of occasions; you are the woman I love… You are this daily pain that cannot be expressed through greeting cards, nor can it be articulated in Latin letters… It is spoken when the clock strikes midnight, and you enter my warm waters, bathing there, while my lips wander through the forests of your enchanting hair… I love you… The new year approaches us as royalty… Because I love you, I hold a special permission from the heavens to wander among millions of stars… We will not buy this holiday tree; you shall be the tree, and I will hang my wishes, prayers, and the candles of my tears upon you… Each year, you are my beloved… A wish that I fear to voice so as not to be accused of greed or arrogance… A thought I strive to avoid, keeping it hidden lest others seize it and claim they were the first to discover poetry… Every year, you are my beloved… Every year, you are your beloved… I know I wish for more than I should, and I dream beyond the permissible limit… Yet who has the right to judge my dreams? Who reprimands the poor for dreaming that they sit on the throne for five minutes? Who admonishes the desert if it longs for a stream of water? There are three scenarios under which dreams become legitimate: the state of madness, the state of poetry, and the experience of knowing a remarkable woman like you… Fortunately, I suffer from all three conditions…