Beautiful is love when it settles in the hearts of people and fills them with tenderness, tenderness, compassion and love, and removes from them all feelings of hatred and rejects violence and feelings of revenge. Love is when it has a loving heart that makes it forget its worries, sorrows, diseases, and all the pressures of its daily life. It makes it live in a state of tranquility and desire for life and lasting happiness because it derives its strength from its partner who cares about it and is keen to share the details of its life, so it spreads a distinctive radiance in its face and in its soul happiness that it does not share with it. nobody.
Love changes everything in us. It changes our vision of life, the people around us, and places. Everything has a new meaning full of life. The world is colored with a new look full of optimism that motivates giving. Always beautiful, it may bring us troubles and pains that are more painful than loneliness and emotional emptiness, as is the case in one-sided love, or a love that is doomed to failure or separation. Love is not only a union of passion or a mere understanding or even a fit and merging of two minds.
The poet of love and spinning, Nizar Qabbani, excelled in talking about him, and he said: I promised you that I would not love you, then I became cowardly before the big decision. I promised repeatedly.. and decided to resign over and over again.. and I do not remember that I resigned.. I was lying because of my honesty.. and thank God I lied!
Then he said in another poem If you stand before your good deeds silently.. Silence in the sanctuary of beauty is beauty.. Our words of love kill our love.. Letters die when they are said.
And about the pain of love, the writer Imad Al-Amrat says: I begged you, when I fell in love with you, not to destroy my pride, so that I would die to the point of death.. So you vowed your whole life to teach me what brokenness means!
As for the poet Farouk Juwaida, he says about love: In the darkness of the long night, my heart is drawn to you.. I long for you despite my torment.. I seek refuge in you.. In your eyes I take refuge.. from the prison of a tyrant and the bombing of necks.
On parting with a beloved, he says: You have been absent from us for a long time.. So tell me, by your Lord, who will bring you back.. Loving you is a sin and forsaking you is a sin.. I travel from you and my heart is with you..
As Mahmoud Darwish knocks on the door of love, he says: I die of longing.. I die by burning.. I die by hanging.. I die by slaughter.. But I do not say.. Our love has passed and passed.. Our love does not die. Then he speaks in other verses about longing, saying: Some of me I have.. some of me you have.. and some of me miss each other.. so come.
