Short romantic poems

Love is a soul, you are its meaning

Khalil Mutran says:

• Love is a soul, you are its meaning

And the good word you build it

And man is a covenant whose paradise you are

And the pronunciation is taud, you are its singer

Have mercy on your heart tomorrow

Mutna and Hama protected him

Seeing you, the semen was scratched

A dream we enjoyed seeing

Oh good my eyes when I forget it

O Saad my heart when he saved him

Tell the lady what she has

Mustafa Tal says:

• Tell the lady what she has

I turned away from the compassionate look

I left a place that was not

A day by which it never narrows

pity of the cheeks;

And the gap with nectar

I wish Shanha would come

Stay away from the friend

Oh, its goodness among the Banna

And they both have a companion

My eyes look good

Otherwise, it is not appropriate

Beauty is medicine

Eh let it be sticky from you

Souad panted, my heart is wet today

Kaab bin Zuhair says:

• You show the symptoms of an oppressor if you smile

As if he was showered with rest, crippled

Chajt with a shimm of curved water

Net Babatah Adha and is included

The winds remove the filth from it and overdo it

From the direction of Sariyat Beid Ya'alel

Oh, woe to her, if she was true

What was promised or if the advice is acceptable

But it is a trait that has been shed from its blood

Heartache, fondness, disagreement, and exchange

It does not last as long as you are in it

As colored in her dresses ghouls

And what you hold on to the link that you claimed

Except as sieves hold water

The dates of the shank were for her an example

Its appointments are only for vanities

I hope and hope that they will sooner

And they have no haste for all time

I love you with a love that exceeds some of it

sanjari store says:

• I love you with a love that exceeds some of it

And in my whole life it cannot be displayed

And it is necessary for me to pray for you in the evening

By your remembrance, you who made love obligatory

And Khaled and my grandfather in your passion increase it

He who is ignorant of love hates him

And it is right for someone like me to wander like him

He called every good thing in the wilderness his land

What my beloved lazy thought

Ibn Al-Moataz says:

• My beloved is not lazy in thought

His beauty and adornment have dried up

And the temple has been repelled from its virtues

As a scepter strikes back

You see, did he rise from his whim for us?

And his body is God, so heal his illness

I am indignant, I will not perpetuate his wrath

Or a question that I don't want

Anas Habib good Samar

Al-Abbas bin Al-Ahnaf says:

• Anas Al-Habib gives good tans

And my eyes enjoy the length of the night

So I regretted it once

God has sufficed me with the light of the moon

Feed the semen, even if it is forsaken

So beware of the evil of lovers from patience

What good patience in its hometowns

No, on the authority of Habib Lateya Bakra

He could not appear farewell from the

He appointed peace in disguise

O apple of the eye, the eye loves you

Ibn al-Abbar al-Balansi says:

• O apple of the eye, the eye loves you

You don't acknowledge anything other than your vision

God has two ends that I do not desire

Except your snacks, otherwise your riches are good

The sun is ashamed that the sun is setting

And since I looked up, your countenance has not changed

do not show me in my clothes and in my clothes

For goodness deceives you, and your sweetness

O occupy my eyes if I do not fear you intentions

And fill my heart if I don't want to meet you

The fever of generosity cannot make me drunk

I fell drunk from your fever

It was called al-Hassan because it was singled out for it

so your name matched, well your name

No, God took only those who violate me

On your whim is an assault while he loves you

I fear my wrath as I beg you satisfied

How I beg you, oh this one, and I fear you

I cry for you if I refuse to cry with regret

Oh, how bad my eyes cost your eyes

What amazes time, hoping to forget me

Your passion is ignorance, nor, by God, will I forget you

How can I forget the vows of fever I foretold

I have no patience when remembering her and you

In passion I am not alone

Muhammad Asmouni says:

• Oh my heart, I'm not alone

In passion, but you are the first

Oh my love don't come down

From him take support and a load

My wish is to return my tears

Hot and the trees are pregnant

Lost crying sad

Give me a word from you

I wish I had involved my mind

He's in labor and he's easier

Where we show any solution

We might get a bail from him

Despite my foolishness if my love

Like, but not saying

A form of love I accept

Kindness and kindness from you

Don't blame me out of the blue

If I kept asking

My blame is envious

Cal me grief and humiliation

Do not add to my misery

My misery only increased

And my complaints are not ah

When the presence became a connection

When I set up

I said don't hurry up

That's when I presented a man

Then I delayed a man

Did you occupy today about me

Or do you think it's easy?

The more you praise me

I increased honor and justice

It wasn't what you wanted from me

One day a cat is a solution

So if you deny my friend

I do not see a distance

According to my heart, what is in it of her love

Bashar bin Bard says:

• According to my heart, what is in it of her love

He was fed up of concealing it until it was public

Do not blame her and love her well

Everything that the eye reads is good

Oh deer swords veil

Honorable Judge says:

• Oh deer, swords have a veil

In my heart the folds of those blocks

We are not accustomed to many deputies

That a guest joins the Arabs

Handcuffs and water over the folds

And a humiliation between cann and rods

Where are those fees where do you see them

I followed the departure after the knees

You see, time, you are meaning

Bring it up like a pouring heart

I exhaled boyhood the breasts of the nights

And the eyelids of meteors cried in life

Oh, the captivity of lovers is good

Bulbul Al-Gharam Al-Hajri says:

• You who captivated lovers is good

When he saw us with coquetry, he turned his eyelids off

Pray in a city that falls short

He is about peace and his party is long

I stayed up in the stars

As Samirah, and the presence took him

O excuse me in his love

Hey, Sloey, you don't think he is

Have you seen before his excuses?

A deep musky cheek covered him

The moment is rigorous

For if he saw us, and he gave birth to him

Each has art and say

I am inspired by your passion and art

A thousand times when he deserted

His eyelids continued to stutter

I didn't think of Hawa

As if my heart was disappointed