Beautiful Love and Romance Poetry
This article features a selection of poignant love and romance poems:
O My Lady
O my lady:
You were the most important woman in my history
Before this year ended..
Now, you are the most significant woman
With the dawn of this new year..
You are a woman whom I cannot measure by hours or days.
You are a woman..
Crafted from the fruit of poetry..
And from the gold of dreams..
You are a woman.. who resided within my being
Long before time itself..
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O my lady:
You, woven from cotton and clouds..
You are the rain of rubies..
You are rivers of Nahawand..
You are marble forests..
You swim like fish in the water of my heart..
And dwell in my eyes like a flock of doves.
Naught shall alter my feelings..
My sentiments..
My devotion.. my faith..
For I will remain steadfast in my devotion..
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O my lady:
Do not concern yourself with the rhythm of time and the names of years
You are a woman who remains ever timeless..
I will love you..
As the twenty-first century dawns..
As the twenty-fifth century begins..
As the twenty-ninth century approaches..
And I will love you..
Even when the seas run dry..
And the forests ignite..
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O my lady:
You are the essence of all poetry..
And the flower of all freedoms..
Just by spelling your name..
I become the king of verse..
And the pharaoh of words..
It suffices that a woman like you loves me..
To pave my way into history..
And for flags to be raised in my honor..
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O my lady:
Do not flutter like a bird during festive times..
Nothing about me will change..
The river of love will not cease to flow..
The heartbeat will not stop its rhythmic dance..
The art of poetry will not take flight away..
When love is profound..
And the beloved is the moon..
This love cannot be
Reduced to a bundle of straw consumed by flames…
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O my lady:
No spectacle holds my gaze
Not the lights..
Nor the decorations..
Not the Christmas bells..
Nor the trees of the season..
The streets have no significance for me..
Nor does the tavern hold any meaning..
Words written on holiday cards do not matter to me..
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O my lady:
I remember nothing but your voice
When the bells toll on Sundays..
I recall nothing but your fragrance
When I sleep upon the grass..
I recognize nothing but your face..
When snowflakes scatter upon my clothes..
And I hear the crackle of firewood..
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What brings me joy, my lady
Is to curl up like a frightened bird
Amidst gardens of eyelashes…
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What captivates me, my lady
Is when you gift me a pen..
I embrace it..
And sleep content like a child…
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O my lady:
How happy I am in my exile
As I drip the poetry of water..
And drink from the cup of monks
How strong I become..
When I befriend freedom.. and humanity…
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O my lady:
How I wish I could have loved you in the Age of Enlightenment..
And in the Age of Imagery..
And during the time of pioneers
How I wish I could have encountered you one day
In Florence..
Or Cordoba..
Or in Kufa..
Or Aleppo..
Or in a house in the alleyways of Damascus…
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O my lady:
How I wish we could travel
To lands ruled by the guitar
Where love knows no walls
And words face no barriers
And dreams are unfettered
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O my lady:
Do not fret over the future, dear lady
My longing will remain stronger than ever..
And fiercer than before..
You are a woman whose presence is unparalleled.. in the history of flowers..
And in the annals of poetry..
And in the memory of lily and basil…
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O lady of the world
Nothing occupies my thoughts but your love in the days to come
You are my first beloved.
My first mother
My original womb
My first passion
My initial desire
My lifeline in times of deluge…
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O my lady:
You, the first lady of poetry
Extend your right hand for me to take shelter in..
Extend your left hand..
So I may dwell within it..
Say any phrase of love
So the festivities may commence.
Torture upon Torture
Torture upon torture, and one like me is tortured
And a longing intensifies, and tears begin to flow.
The struggle of infatuation is to be as I perceive
An eye restless, and a heart that beats.
Whenever a lightning flash occurs or a bird sings
I bend, and my heart aches with desire.
I have tasted the flames of desire that do not extinguish
The fire of ardor, and they wane from what ignites.
I have chided the lovers until I tasted love
And I wondered how one perishes without adoration.
I excused them, realizing my sin was that I
Called them out, and faced what they faced.
Sweet Like Childhood and Dreams
You are sweet like childhood, like dreams
Like honey, like the new dawn
Like the laughing sky, like the moonlit night
Like a rose, like the smile of a newborn
Oh, what gentleness and beauty
And a youth adorned with softness
What purity emanates reverence
In the soul of the stubborn wretch
Oh, what delicateness almost causes
The rose to bloom from the frozen rock.
What are you, perhaps in Venice
Strutting among the people again
To restore youth and sweet joy
To the forlorn world, forever heavy.
To the One Who Resides in Your Heart
To the one who resides in your heart
She knew you were a lover, so she enticed you
And if she spotted you, her insides would stir
With desire for you, were they’d overflow and dwindle.
When you entered, the doors would close
The jealous lover engaged her veil and then faltered.
And when you left, her tears would fall for you
Until her sorrow soaked her attire.
If you, O Waddah, have come, then welcome
Our land has flourished for you and embraced you.
When Will My Tormented Heart Heal?
When will my tormented heart be healed?
And the arrows of fate from your embrace come closer?
For there is distance, yearning, and a tremor
Neither do you draw near, nor can I get closer.
Like a little bird in a child’s grasp
Tasting death’s waters while the child at play.
Neither does the child possess the mind
To empathize with what it holds
Nor can the bird with feathers fly away.
And I possess a thousand faces I know the path of
Yet, without a heart, where can I wander?