Evening comes and tranquility descends on all parts of the earth, and calm prevails, bringing with it memories, our memories of those we love, so you feel feelings full of romance and love and remember all the happy moments, so we present to you below the most beautiful evening thoughts filled with love and romance:
- Yesterday, I did not sleep after hearing your voice. After I hung up the phone, the tones of your voice continued to dance on the strings of my ears. And while I was unaware, you crept into the edges of my heart to announce my longing for you. And after your image appeared in my imagination, I tried to close my tired eyelids, hoping to see you. In my dreams, but you did not come, and after I woke up, my hope was renewed that I would have you in my waking hours. Perhaps the meeting will be soon.
- Greetings to the one who puts the roses to shame with their cover.. Greetings as a rainy torrent from my clouds.. Greetings to the one whose memory removes worry.. Greetings.
- My life's wish is to delve into your depths.. to delve into your secrets, to know how you think of me, and when my love takes possession of your affections.. to know the extent of your longing and love.. to reveal the secret of magic.. in your eyes.
- I give you a rose with irrigated water, the sweetest mermaid, and I wish you rosy dreams.
- My love... I wonder if with your departure the joy in my life will leave... Will my smile be faded and worthless... Or will I live my life as I lived it while I was with you... I don’t know why I ask myself even though I know the answer to my questions... I feel that life after you will be more beautiful. And the most enjoyable thing about it... the memory of the days we lived will continue to throb in my heart... and your beautiful drawing will continue to appear before my eyes... my love... my love... forever.
- My princess.. O princess of women.. I love you.. I love every letter of your name.. I love every place where your hand is touched.. I love you, you are the queen of girls.. and the most gentle and tender of girls.. and the most intelligent and wisest of girls.. My princess, you are the most beautiful women in my city. .. You are the most wonderful garden in my village.. I do not want any girls other than you.. You are my girl, my thought, my heart, and my body.. My princess, let us seal love with our hands.. And long for the hearts of some of our tenderness.. And take away longing, a rose from the basil.. My princess, do not exhaust my body. Almighty.. Do not ignore my sublime love.. Do not suspend my sharp thought.. Do not wither the fountain of my sentiments.. Do not extinguish the light while you are my lamp.. My princess, you are my heart, body, and thought without holding my cheeks with me for tomorrow’s days and my queen, and let those who envy envy, and everything deceives me for you forever. .. My princess, you who took away the mind of the afflicted lover.. Only you have the freedom to own me.. My princess, so that the flowers of separation wither and we return a smile from the meeting.. To embrace and long for purity.
- I searched in the dictionaries... I searched in the logarithms for one word to describe the amount of my love... but I found nothing but the word I adore you, which is sufficient for your humility... You are my lover.
- Do you know that I cried... after the first love poem I wrote... and you know that I will cry more... after the last love poem that I did not write... and there is a relationship between crying and writing that I do not know, for I cry to write... and I write so that I do not cry, and that is the difficult equation.
- Our tears are the harvest of our worries. With our tears, they quench the groans of our wounds. Let joy be born from the womb of sorrows. And soar in the sky of happiness. From our tears, a smile blossoms.
- Oh, a smile in my heart.. Oh, a star in my sleep.. Oh, the flower of my love, my adoration, and my friend.. I give you my life.. And can life be guided except by the same meaning?
- If you ask about love, it is in the heart of my beloved. If you ask about loyalty, it is in the nature of my beloved. If you ask about honesty, it is in the words of my beloved. And if you ask about tenderness, then the tenderness of the world is found in a look from the eyes of my beloved.
- Good evening, the most beautiful person who lives in my heart, runs in my blood, and lives between my ribs. Good evening, the most beautiful rose in the garden of my life.. even though my entire life has no flower other than you.
- If you gather the sea in your eyes, I don't care. If you shed tears in the sea, I don't care. If you dig a grave with tears, I don't care. If you kill love with your own hands, if you bury coals in your heart, I don't care.
- When night crept over the steppe and a handful of clouds passed over the horizon, and nothing remained but a terrible stillness, and the darkness slept under the cover of the stars, and all that remained was the lamentation of doves and the whispering and moaning of waterwheels, and passing footsteps in the darkness passing by and their voices fading away, I sat to contemplate the stillness of the evening, watching the sad color of the darkness and sending out my song. In space, and I cry for every stupid heart, I listen to the whispers of doves and I hear at night the rain falling and the moon groaning in the darkness singing in the distance between the trees and the groans of a mill, from afar the evening wails and complains of weariness, it passes by my ears with the song and the crumbs echo behind the hills, I scream and there is no sound but the groan. And there is no color other than darkness, clouds, silence, and a sad night. It is no wonder that I feel sadness. I saw life like this evening, darkness and desolation, a depressing atmosphere, and its children dream of light while they are under a deep, terrible night. Its nature is always crying, so the darkness fell silent, and the moaning of the winds, and the sigh of the prevailing breeze, and the tears of dew in the eyes of the morning, and I saw. On the shores of misery, crowds of mourners and hungry riders were displaced by the cries of judgment, and they did not send whispers of farewell. I listened, but I heard the sobbing echoing in my ears, behind the palaces and above the meadows. Who, I wonder, will sing with me? Tomorrow, I will carry my guitar and cry over the world’s misery and lament its bleak outlook in the hearing of unjust times.
- How I would like to list among the birds in my sky.. How I would like to dive into the seas of my passion.. How I would like to walk on the top of hopes to see you.. But I would even more like not to hear, see, or talk to anyone but you.. My beautiful lover, my moon, my heartbeat on all nights. And my dreams and hopes, the love of my mind and my heart, and the secret of my preoccupation, the lover of my heart yesterday, today, tomorrow, and in all my circumstances.. Come close to me, my lover, and possess my love and love, and make all the moments more beautiful and tender with meanings, and give me a heart, and I will give you love, and make me settle in my being. Silence is not enough for me, and my longing has become greater than my words.. in love with everything. What is in you... a lover of all that is in you... a lover of love calling you... I have come to want life for you, O sky, draw love from the clouds and rain love and longing and make the moon always shine, for my beloved has come to me to make love a whisper and a melody, and I do not want more than that. Yes, bear witness, O one. Lovers, I am in love without limits, and that I have the most beautiful and tender promises for her, and excuse me if I say that I am in love with her. I do not need witnesses, because within my heart is the entire world, the world, and existence. Make me dwell in your arms, my beloved, and make me contemplate your love, for I long to bid farewell to my loneliness, because in the arms of your longing I become beautiful, O whose eyes make me beautiful. Forget all time, for I see you as my woman, from before birth until now, so make me get lost in you and live from the beat of the heart and the whisper of tenderness, and make me take you out into the world of love and say that I adore you and my love, you crave my longing, my love, and my adoration. I see you in my arms, quenching your thirst and seeing my whisper, my touch, and my drawing, so I give you more of my love. So I contain as much as you can contain, I will give you nostalgia if your heart is enough, and I will give you security, love, and passion, and I will draw on your lips the word “I love you,” and in your arms my heart will be quenched with love, my beloved, settle in my arms, and inhabit all my sentiments, for I am now living my being, and my love belongs to you because you are truly my beloved.
