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Ghazal is a poetic art that seeks to sing of the beauty of the beloved, describe her virtues, longing for her, and not bearing separation from her. It is of two types: virginal flirting, and explicit flirting. Many poets wrote verses of poetry in the ghazal, and among the most famous of them are: Imru’ al-Qays, Ka’b ibn Zuhair, Nizar Qabbani, Ahmed Shawqi, and others. We have collected for you the most beautiful words of love for your beloved, learn about them in this article.
Flirting words for my beloved
- To the person whom I loved with an indescribable love, to the one who resided in my heart and made her love a medal on my chest, to the one who lives my day and night, to my princess and the crumbs of my dreams, to the one whom fate has engraved in my heart, and whose name is engraved in my mind and veins, to the one whom the soul and body love, And to her rest the sighs and harmony, to the one with whom I spent the happiest moments of my life, to you, oh you whom the sun, the moon, and all humans are jealous of, to you, oh dearer than my life, I give you my heart, my love, and my life, you have become everything in my life, you are my tears, and the smile of my life. You are my heartbeat, my dreams, and my hopes. You are my first and last love.
- For your sake, I cast the world aside. My heart will only contain your love, and my chest will only contain your longing and tenderness. I swear that I will not and will not be able to feel if life was devoid of you. .
- Even the roses refused to share my sincere feelings with me, so I wrote to you the most beautiful and tender word that lovers exchange. I love you. I say it in all the languages of the world.
- How I adore those silent looks that shine like the sun from your eyes, so that my facial features melt between the folds of your sunken eyelids. I adore everything about you; Your spontaneity, your jealousy, your cruelty, your tenderness, your smile, your tears, your silence; I adore even the way you sit, the way you walk I adore, and all I hate is leaving you. I adore the letters of your name under the tips of my pens, and I am jealous of you from myself if I kiss you in my dreams. I am jealous of those rosy cheeks that spring roses have always been jealous of. Without you, my heart is sterile and cannot give birth to love for anyone. My feelings without you are smooth and only grow thorns and sorrow, and without you I am without life.
- If you knew how much I love you, and how much I am jealous of you, I am jealous of you from my dreams, from my longing, from my longing, and from the beating of my heart, I am jealous of you from a moment of silence between us that may take your thoughts away from me, I am jealous of you from a gesture of invitation that may take your eyes away from mine, I am jealous of you with every word. You might say it, if I were not its letters and its alphabet, I would be jealous of you from people’s fingers, if they met your fingers in passing peace, I would be jealous of you from an idea that comes to your mind, from a dream in which I am not in it, I would be jealous of you; Because I love you, I love you, I love you.
- I gave you a choice, so choose between death on my chest, or on top of my poetry books. Choose love or dislike. It is cowardice not to choose. There is no middle zone between Heaven and Hell. Throw away all your cards. And I will be satisfied with any decision. Say, get emotional, explode, do not stop like a nail, I can never remain like a straw in the rain, choose a fate between two, and how violent are my fates, you are exhausted, and afraid, and my journey is very long, dive into the sea, or walk away, There is no sea without dizziness, love; A major confrontation, sailing against the current, crucifixion, torment, tears, and departure between the moons. Your cowardice kills me, woman. You have fun behind a curtain. I do not believe in a love that does not bear the temper of revolutionaries, does not break all the walls, does not strike like a hurricane. Oh, if only your love It swallows me up, uproots me like a hurricane. I give you a choice, so choose between death on my chest, or on top of my poetry books. There is no middle zone between heaven and hell.
- I love her, and my longing for her increases. I adore her, and my heart aches to see her tears. I understand her, when I see in her eyes, how much I wished to hold her, how much I loved the smile from her mouth, the laughter in the tones of her voice, and even the smell of her perfume. I asked her, how much do you miss me? She replied: Like the clouds’ longing for rain, the dove’s longing for its nest, the mother’s longing for her child, the night’s longing for its day, the flower’s longing for its nectar. Rather, the eye's longing for its eyeliner, the longing of a love poem for its beloved, rather the longing of a song for its melody. I said to her: All of this is longing. She said: No, but more and more, for you alone are my beloved in the whole world. I was happy to sing of her magic, spinning the words of passion with her love, and from the poems of passion I heard them. No, but for her sake, I memorized it, so I was confused about how to describe it, my heart? No, I will wrong her, my love? my queen? My little girl? All of this is not enough for her, for in love I worship her, for the spirit of my soul made her dwell, and my deity in love made her, oh birds of love, convey to her, my peace, my love, and that I am waiting for her, oh all the world, tell her, my love, my dreams, and how much I miss her heart.
- I never imagined that missing someone would hurt like this.
- I miss you every moment, and every moment I think about you, I feel as if I am lost without explanation.
- My love, when I sleep I dream that I see you in reality, and when I wake up I wish to see you again in my dreams.
- O woman who holds the heart in her hands, I ask you by God, do not leave me, do not leave me, for what would I be if you were not? I love you very, very, very much, and I refuse to resign from the fire of your love. Can someone who is in love resign? I don't care if I get out of love alive, and I don't care if I get out dead.
- He took her hand, and braided her golden braids with the other, and said: We have to postpone our marriage a little. As you see, conditions are deteriorating, and our country is sick and sad. So she rested her head on his shoulder, saying to him: My dear, if you mean money, then you don’t have to worry. Your intention is to support the truth and the oppressed, and if you meant sadness, then you made a mistake, my beloved. ; They are capable of taking away everything except love and smiles, so taking it away from them is a far-fetched matter.
- If Newton looked into your eyes; He would know that gravity has no law.
- I find myself, when I start writing, I find myself, and I find myself, I find myself uttering the oppressed letters, which refuse to hide between the lines. I find, sometimes, my tears streaming down my paper, wetting it, so my letters remain my shy self, which wants to be liberated but refuses, and sometimes when When I write, I forget that I have alphabets and standards that I am not supposed to neglect, but when I write about my love, I find it embodied in weak meanings between the lines, because I find my love inside me, coming from all sensitivity.
- I forget everything except your love, and in my life everything ends, but your love remains.
- Love is the warmth of hearts, the tune that lovers play on the strings of joy, and the candle of existence. It is chains and restrictions, and yet the old needs it before the young. Love is not born; Rather, it penetrates the eyes like lightning.
- I never imagined that missing someone hurts like this.
- I miss you every moment, and every moment I think about you; I feel like I'm lost without explanation.
- When my soul stops loving your soul, my pen will stop loving you.
- In one hand I have five fingers, I see them all equal in reverence when they touch your hands.
- My life wasted twice, once before I met you, and the second time, when I no longer met you.
- If Newton looked into your eyes, he would know that gravity has no law.
- The eyes have a language that only lovers can understand. Silence descends upon them when they begin to speak.
- The most wonderful thing may be to feel love, but the most beautiful thing is to feel the one you love.
