Sad words of love

Sad love words

Many people talk about their emotional problems through words that explain what they went through. It is either written by them, or it is poetry written by others or private writings by a famous person. Below are the most beautiful lines of sad love poetry:

I humiliated the people of love until I tasted it, and I was amazed at how someone who does not love dies.

O Hajiri, without any sin in love, please be patient, so your abandonment and your death are the same.

If tormenting my heart in love with them pleases them, then they will have what they asked for.

If my heart were with me, I would not have chosen anyone but you, nor would I have accepted anyone but you in my desires as a substitute.

Your blessing is my paradise, but my soul prefers torment in your love.

Do I have a fixed share in your heart, just as you have a fixed share in my heart?

How much I love you, even my soul marvels at itself.

Pray for him, perhaps the connection will revive him, and know that I am a prisoner of love in the greatest of families.

My beloved enchanted me with the blackness of her eyes, but the magic is in the blackness of the eyes.

Your imagination has not disappeared from my eyes for a moment, and it remains there, and the imagination fades away.

Love set up his throne, so we asked him: Who do you think it belongs to? So he pointed it out to you.

And the butterflies became bored with the flowers when the breezes told them about your lips.

I did not believe in eyes and their magic until your eyes dazzled me with love.

Al-Hassan has truly entrusted you with his throne, so judge the heart of the one who loves you.

My poems before you, my sweet, were words like all words.

I forgot my passion except yours, for it has penetrated the depths and flowed into my blood

Even if I hid you in my eyes until the Day of Resurrection, it would not be enough for me.

If you come to my heart and blame it, I throw it into the depths of burning love.

I love you with a love that you love as much as I do. You are struck by my madness.

I love you beyond what words can describe, and you will leave me when you are gone in a dream.

What a mistake the bees make when they empty their nests, for the cheeks are roses and these hairs are flowers.

I complain of my torment in your desires, and I reward you for the torture out of love.

I complain about my love to you, so accept my passion. If I complained, I would be pricked and burned.