Moroccan poetry about love

We brought you a bouquet of the most beautiful Moroccan romantic poems, hoping that you will like them:

Inside me there is a story for longing... Within me there is a story for love that is one of the most beautiful stories and anecdotes... The beginning of my story is with your love... and with your love we end it... its chapters are golden... its parts beat with passion... its letters bear witness to her love for you... I love you with a heart.. I love you with a soul... I love you with all my limbs, my dearest people.. Oh sweetest people.. people eat. I love you with a heart that beats with your name... and my tongue repeats your name only... I love you, a soul that is thirsty for those who narrate it... I love you with all my heart to enjoy a touch from you...

I love you, a love that is not normal.. a love from a second time… inside me is a feeling mixed between the joy of your presence… and the longings of your absence… I love you with a deep feeling and an immense feeling… this feeling is like the most beautiful feelings with which I start my story with fear and end it with a breakdown… and I live among them the sweetest words of love and adoration… I love you… I adore you... so how not... you are the sun and the light of my morning... and you are the moon in my night... and you are the feeling in my mind... and you are the whisper on my lips... and you are the pulse in my heart...

My love for you exceeded all limits... to the point that when I told him to the sea, he became quiet and amazed at what he saw of his love for you... when I told him to the sky, it became clear and pure, with no clouds, it says to me, "This is like your heart full of love... when I told it to the trees, it rose and became lofty, waiting for me to talk about you while I was under its shade... Here I begin with the first of my chapters...Separate your eyes...I cannot look at your eyes, I cannot contemplate...they have all the magic...they have purity...they have serenity...they have life...those eyes are amazing when I look at them...I stayed up now fascinated by the magic of those looks...the depths of them shuddered...these are the eyes that I hung my heart on the walls of your love... Separation of the warm hands... that give me all the kindness... The touch of my hand... I held it... I kissed it.... Ahh... from all this... you put your hands on my forehead to make me feel warm... our fingers intertwine when the time comes for longing... separating your bosom... ahhh from your bosom... I am now pouring showers of my water... I play the pain over a moaning guitar... I live a moment of brokenness... but with your embrace, my love... you gather the crumbs of my heart The broken one... when you held me... my heart that died... you planted a flower in its place between the folds of my ribs... it is the flower of hope... it is the flower of your love... do not make me lose your bosom... through which I seek warmth... so please let me sleep in your arms and do not wake me up... separate your lips... lips when I was drawing them, a tremor made me think that I had left life... How is the way to pour life into two lips, which are life... This is a zone of danger and death... All ideas, reason and balance die on its altar... I am now painting the lips with a brush of golden threads... They are the threads of my love... and I pour tears on them Coral...and the nectar of the hearts of flowers...and whispering witnesses...and wine aged from the heartbeat of lovers...and your lips bound with chains of emeralds...come closer, my beloved, come closer...let me breathe your breath...and then let your lips be my sanctuary... I enjoy it...to be like wine that makes a person lose his mind...so what is between Lips are everything in the world of poison and honey...