Love in this life comes in many different forms and degrees. Some of it is habit, some is passion, and some is a burning love that develops into passion and love, followed by other stages in which the person in love loses his mind and sees only the one he loves in life as a homeland.
Thoughts of love and love and love
- It is possible to forgive someone who caused you pain, but it is difficult to forget the pain they caused.
- For me.. I light the candles of meeting, and put out: delay!.. Sad my hour slept on the elbow of hope and despair!.
- It is true that I starve you, but by nature I hate waste! Come and get me a cup of nostalgia and two breaths!
- My grief choked me, and my silence rose... in front of others!... and swarms of hurt poured from my eyes, and (oh) they cannot be measured!
- I scattered a bunch of wishes for seeing you, and they blossomed... Noir!.. Believe it, I did not find what I scattered on the dry: it will be trampled upon!
- Every time I saw her innocent face, I remembered you and your beautiful face. Why do I ask you, my beloved? Why does my heart attract her? Why do my eyes fill with kohl when I see her? Why does my soul quench with her laughter? Is this all love for you, my dearest person? Or is it just admiration? I started stealing my glances at her.. and looking at her.. and contemplating her face.. and smiling. Involuntarily.. Glory be to my Lord, who created her as a copy of you, and beautified her with your beauty, and gave her a solution like yours. I did not see her free and swimming in the sea of your memories, and I remember all your moments and every situation that happened between you and me. I wish you were with me, oh beloved of the soul, and I declared my love and longing to you, and you were not tormented by the fire of secrecy.
- What do I like, you ask? -I love winter, I love staying up late, and I love your eyes. -You ask what I hate. -I hate victory, I hate the morning, and I hate your absence. Don’t be surprised! I love winter because its blows are like your laughter. I love staying up late because it leads me with thought. I will walk and walk beside you, and I will love your sweet eyes, pure honey between your eyelashes. Do you know why I hate Al-Nasr and its players? Because you hate it and cannot stand it, and I hate the morning because it keeps you away from me, your bright spectrum bids me farewell. No, the morning bird crows and shakes its wings, and I hate your painful absence and its moments, and I feel that I am absent with you at the moment of farewell.
- It is difficult for a person to live his life without dreams.. without wishes.. and it is difficult to bear the loss of one of them.. and when he loses one of them, he resorts to the balm for wounds “memory” when he remembers many things he lost.. he smiles a little and then tears stream down his cheeks.. Then he calms himself down because he knows that these things have become memories and dreams of the past and that he is living in the present... so he smiles with hope and optimism due to his strong belief that fate holds for him joy alongside sadness and tears... alongside happiness.
- Every human being has a heart and a mind: a heart that carries love and loyalty...and a mind that carries a memory that contains everything dear.
- It is difficult for a person to forget things dear to him that he lost...and hearts that he loved...that circumstances separated him from them.
- We get upset and arrogant, and we are made of clay, and each of us resists and cannot meet our brother. We are proud to say that we are strong in the resistance, and it is against us. The truth is strong. We forget our end and where we are going, and we forget the time that brought us together. The problem does not require guesswork, nor is it, people, the issue is difficult.
- I loved him very much, and I did not think that Juliet loved Romeo as I loved that handsome young man. I waited for him for many years to come to me riding his white horse, to lift me up and take me away from the bitterness. Years passed and years came while I was immersed in illusions. I woke up and slept with dreams waiting for the phone to ring. He knocked on the door in vain. He left me. And he walked away, he let me down, even though he was the one I was hoping for. He planted hope in my heart. He planted pain in my heart. He left me alone, wounded and broken. I became like a withered flower abandoned by its legs. Like a lost ship that could not find a berth. Alone, oh time. No one comes to it and no one consoles it.
- My life.. I live in the orbit of your love and live in the passion of your heart. I try as hard as I can to make the heart of the one I deem worthy happy, because with his happiness I am happy and with his misery I suffer. In my heart there are feelings and feelings that are disturbed whenever I see you. It is as if I want to disappear from this world and merge in your soul, because I am myself. I yearn for you, I am fond of you, and I have become unable to do without you, so be gentle with me, in your hands is my happiness.
- If love is destiny, then you are my destiny, and if love is a choice, then you are my choice. To you, the girl who owned my heart, captured my heart, and controlled my feelings and emotions. To you, my love, I send bouquets of the flowers of a lifetime loaded with the fragrance of love. My love, I knew that love has pleasure and that life has meaning, and that is when my heart beat with your love. Your love grew inside me until you possessed me, and I became a prisoner in that love.
- Oh my love, you who made me rule my heart and conspire against my heart, I am sending you this letter loaded with my complaints from you and to you. Do not kill that basil that perfumes our love. Do not try to uproot the veins of love between us. Do not prolong your abandonment, for I want you to accompany me throughout my life. I want to put you in front of me, make the ray of your face a light for the darkness of my life, and your eyes the comfort of my loneliness... the light of my path.
- My beloved.. I carry within me all the contradictions of the world: hope, despair, joy, sadness, happiness, and misery. I am happy with your love. I am miserable because of your distance. You have pulled me out of the world of imagination that I am in, and the horse of your love transports me from the earthly world to the paradise of happiness shaded by the sky of your pure love. My love, I do not hide from you. That my heart was a barren desert, but when I loved you, that barren desert turned into a lush paradise irrigated by your love and nurtured by your gentleness.
- O light of my path.. I have woven a frame of my ribs for your image, and I have made my eyes its guard, and my heart its a servant. If I tried to describe to you the love in my heart, all the leaves of the world would be exhausted. For me, you are everything in my life. You are my life, my future, my present, and my dreams. Trust me. I am completely unable to quarrel with you, or stay away from you. Do you know why? Because you are my soul, and who can do without himself.
- I hope to be one of the lucky ones in this world to be protected by your love and to enjoy your generosity. My love, do not deprive me of happiness, for my happiness is in your hands, so send me my happiness, and do not deprive me of it.
- Oh my precious jewel.. I carry in my heart the image of every human being. If a poet gathered his courage and a writer mustered his inspiration to describe my love, I would be helpless. Before I loved you, I had heard that love was torture, agony, and deprivation, so I feared it, and after I loved you, I wished that the torment of lovers would be combined and become my portion, on the condition that you be mine. Beside me, I want to shout at the scholars of this world so that they invent names for what I hold in my heart, because I see that the word “I love you” is too little for you and expresses a little of what is in my heart, so allow me to tell you that I do not love you because I see in that word a diminution of what I hold for you. Love and love, you are my soul, my life, and my hope.
- I want to scream loudly, I want to write with all the pens of the world, I love you, here are lines and I will write letters of love from the blood of the heart, you are the one who unleashed all the energies of creativity and I became creative through you and for you I create. I have achieved everything I aspire to, I have overcome the difficulties and reached the impossible. This is out of love for you, after God’s grace, and that if I had written the most beautiful and sweetest words to you, I would not have fulfilled your rights.
