He felt about forgetting the beloved

Forgetting

Is there anything more depressing than this wish on the heart of the beloved? To forget moments, dreams and aspirations, to bid farewell to dreams and hopes, to bid farewell to everything with you, to leave your soul from you, i.e. to forget your soul with oblivion, in this article we will present poetry about forgetting.

Poetry about the beloved

And I was not one of those whose heart love entered

But whoever sees your eyelids loves

I tempt you that your love kills me

And you do whatever Camry heart

I love you as long as you live the heart if you die

My echo follows your echo in the grave

You are the bliss to my heart and the torment for it

What is your command in my heart and your dreams?

And I am not surprised at the death of lovers in passion

But the survival of the two lovers is strange

You have brought passion to my heart

The blood of life flows through my veins

If you knew how much I love you and how jealous I am

I am jealous of you from my dreams

Of my eagerness and longing, and of my heartbeat

I am jealous of you from a moment of silence between us

Your thoughts may take you away from me

I am jealous of you from the gesture of calling

May you take your eyes off mine

I am jealous of every word you say

If I wasn't its letters and alphabet

I'm jealous of you from people's fingers

If your fingers meet in fleeting peace

I am jealous of an idea that crosses your mind

From a dream where I am not

I am jealous of you because I love you

If your love was normal in the heart

Because he was bored with too much repetition

But the most beautiful thing I've seen is our love

This madness, and the many dangers

When he tweets in the meekness of a child

Sometimes we see him as a mighty genie

I don't like it

He never rests and never rests

The sun is shining and the rain is behind it

When he comes destroying his flood

And it comes receding without excuses

I don't like it

This volatility is at the core of his character

Madness is the nature of rivers

As long as you have loved my beloved

Learn to play with fire

Sometimes love extends our lives

And we see it bombing ages

Don't think that I love you just like that

You imagine my feelings on paper

I am a poet in everything but

when writing about

Burnt

Do not think that writing about our desires has been expressed

It's nothing but some smoke anxiety

Feelings are not measured by a look or a touch

Or what day a tongue has spoken

A big difference between what we hide and announce

In passions, storms, and restlessness

So shut up, my love

A language that expresses passion

If we shut up

Know that I am about to drown

I am all the sedition you have written

He is nothing but an atom

From the revelation of the universe in our wings created

If my eyes see your beauty ahead

By your right, O my soul, I got drunk without drinking

I love you with a love if it overflows a little over me

Creation Creation died from the intensity of love

I submitted to her in love after my pride

And every lover of loved ones is submissive

And had it not been for passion, no lover would have been humiliated on earth

But dear lovers are humiliated

To you, the one whose eyes contained you

It is you who I live for

Here's to you, who is chasing me

To you who I see your picture everywhere

In my books, in my dreams, in my awakening

To you, my being trembles from the intensity of my love for you

Longing to see you only when your name is mentioned

We got drunk and didn't drink a mouthful of wine

But conversations love is wine

If it is my fault that your love is my concern

Who else, you are not repentant of him

Love set up his throne, so we asked him

Forgetting

In your love important my heart and satisfied

In your absence, it burns like a flame

Grass grows between the joints of a rock

We found strangers one day

And the spring sky consisted of stars and stars

And I was composing a love paragraph

Your eyes are rich

Your eyes know that I have waited so long

As summer awaits a bird

And I slept like an immigrant

An eye sleeps for an eye to wake up for a long time

Crying for her sister

We are lovers until the moon sleeps

We know hugs and kisses

Spinning nights food

And that the morning calls for my steps to continue

On the road to a new day

We are two friends, so he will walk close to me, palm by palm

Together we make news and songs

Why do we ask this path for any fate

walk us?

Where did we get our feet from?

It is according to me and according to you that we are walking

together forever

Why do we search for crying songs?

An old poetry collection?

And we ask, O our love, will it last?

I love you like caravans, an oasis of grass and water

And the poor's love for loaf

Grass grows between the joints of a rock

We found strangers one day

We will always be friends

He felt about forgetting the beloved

Any sadness, stay away from me and let my wound remove my concern

And I am in you, O my sorrow, other than torment, I do not reap

What grief do you have from me? Don't you see what's in me is enough for me

I'm tired of wishing, and you're not holding me back

Whatever sadness, do not misunderstand me, for you are indispensable to me

I have pains that cry, and I have wounds that bleed

O sadness, do you think that I have had enough of you?

Isn't it too late, isn't it too late for your demise, my sadness?

Sweetheart

I left Habib al-Qalb, not for Malala

But he dried up a sin that leads to abandonment

I see a partner in love between us

And the faith of my heart does not tend to abandon

You distracted us with the company of others

And you showed desertion what we were like

I will leave you where you left

And we will be patient on your behalf just as you have been patient on our behalf

And we are distracted from you, and you have occupied others

And we make disconnection from you, not from us

Let's part

Let's part for a while for the good of this love, my love and our good

Let's part for a while because I want you to love me more

I want you to hate me a little bit

Let's part with loved ones, for the birds leave the plateaus every season

And the sun, my love, is sweeter when you try to disappear

Be in my life doubt and torment

Be once a legend, once be a mirage

And be a question in my mouth that does not know the answer

Let us part so that our love does not become habitual and our longing becomes ashes

In the name of a wonderful love, it bloomed like a spring in our depths

Shine like the sun in our eyes

In the name of the sweetest love story of our time

I ask you to leave so that our love remains beautiful

In order for his life to be long, I ask you to leave

where is my heart

Where is my heart.. Is it lost in the crowd?

Or drowned drops Reham

I will bow down.. I will look for him under the feet of men

Thus I am weak among the people

Emotions defeat me and love makes me cry

I will call you, my heart, from the darkness

in sad tears

In the migratory bird of the land of dreams

You will find me calling you.. excuse me

Don't blame my strings if you play melodies after you

As you can see, I am a single note between the strings

Leaving haunts me and the specter of fear haunts me

And myself resist the days

What did I do to make arrows hurt me

And my formation of pain while I am in my memories soaked do not sleep

Sadness kills me while they kill me, and the injustice of a lover torments me

Ah.. what is this life that is all endless pain

Wounds do not heal and tears flow from the eyes

You hurt my cheek...it made me sleepy...and robbed me of my sleep

Oh my heart, what a patient you are

On the beloved, do not be reckless

How hard it is to cry without tears

How hard it is to cry without tears

And the hardest thing is to go without going back

And the hardest thing is to feel upset

As if the space around you is narrowing

How difficult it is to speak without a voice

To live in order to wait for death

How hard it is to feel bored

So you see everyone around you not

You feel remorse

For a sin you do not know and a sin you did not commit

How hard it is to feel deeply sad

As if lurking inside you ancient pain

You complete the path on your own

Without a goal, without a partner, without a companion

You and sadness and regret become a team

And find your face drowned in tears

The remaining hope turns to luster

How hard it is to live inside yourself alone

Without a friend, without a companion, without a lover

You feel that joy is far away

You suffer from an unpleasant wound

A deep wound, a stubborn wound

A wound that is not healed by a doctor

How hard it is to see the light in the dark

How hard it is to see happiness as illusions

And you are lonely

There is no love that lasts, nor groans that last

And no matter how long it takes, love does not last, and no groans last