Sad love poetry

sad love poetry

• Be patient, my heart, and wait while the sadness is muffled

All meanings changed and the picture became clear

In these times, honesty has become like non-existent loyalty

Our souls are wounded and our joy is broken

All principles are published and whoever has them is rewarded

Even feelings have been cheapened and words have been wasted

• Don't ask me why I conceal sorrows

Just ask me about my absence and my presence

Don't ask me why the notables cried

Just ask me about my pleasure

Don't ask me about the cost of time

I compliment my loved ones, my quarters, and my brothers

Algebra has become the meaning of my presence

I give them joy while I am in the midst of sorrow

He mends other people’s fractures and neglects my own

My heart breaks down... and screams at my feelings

Don't go away...

And my mind pulls me...high and heavy...

Go away from his land...from his world...

About his galaxy.. if you can..

My body parts flew... in opposite directions...

You snatch you from me... and you snatch me from myself...

The search is still ongoing..

About lost pieces... and torn feelings...

They found them all...restored them...

And repair what love has ruined..

Except my wandering heart.. it has not been found..

After he emigrated back...

To your depths...

One day I wished for you, my love

I wished I could be your love and you would be my share

I kept dreaming about you, and my heart remained confused and in flames

It turns out that you hurt me and I thought you were my doctor

My worry and sadness are gone, and I thought you were my doctor

Nizar Qabbani’s poem: “Blind Love”

She said to him: Do you love me when I am blind and there are many sweet, beautiful and sexy girls in the world?

You are nothing but crazy or pity for blind eyes. He said, “Rather, I am in love, my sweetheart, and I do not wish for anyone.”

I want you to become my wife, and God has blessed me with money, and I do not think recovery is impossible

She said: If you restore my sight, I will be satisfied with you, my destiny, and I will spend my life with you, but who will give me?

His eyes and how many nights he had left, and one day he came rushing to her, rejoice that you have found the donor and you will see

What God has created and created, and you will fulfill your promise to me and be my wife

The day she opened her eyes, he was standing and holding her hand. She saw him and her screams rang out. Are you blind too? And she cried

Her luck is bad. Do not be sad. You will be my eyes and my guide. When will you become my wife? Should I get married?

A blind man: I became insightful, so he cried and said, “Forgive me, who am I for you to marry me?” But before that

You leave me, I want you to take good care of my eyes.