The most beautiful love poems

A selected text from the masterpieces of Thoughts of Love. I present it to you here, and I hope you like it.

Don't adore me

Hearts tend and my closeness to them is impossible, because I am wounded, and I long for a day to rest, so do not deceive me with a new love, because I am afraid to leave me far, even if you love me

I have nothing for you to take, and I am nothing, and I have no heart for you to love, so you may regret it and pass away from me, and in the heart there is a secret, and you will not know it, because I am an illusion, and my heart is a fantasy, and my love will remain unattainable, so do not love me, because I am impossible, and if you love me

Do you know who I am? I am the night when stillness envelops it, neither am I a child nor am I an old man nor am I laughing like a youth My face is crossed as maps of sadness, seas of tears, hills of depression Do not love me because I am the torment If I ever say that I love you do not listen to me

So my love is words, and my love for you is the remnants of revenge because I am wounded.. I will one day long to rest, and one day I desire to return my respect and extinguish my fire, so I kill innocent eyes in you, so do not love me because I am sin.

Let me go and hide your tears because I am afraid I will leave you and my heart is the ship I roam with my heart the sad nights I am sorry because I will go alone I will go far and if you come back one day say that you don't know me my heart is dark and my love is silent and still

قصائد حب ======== لَكِنِّي مَعَكِ عَلَى مَوْعِد يا حُبًّا لم يُخْلَقْ بَعدْ يا شَوْقًا كالمَوْجِ بِصدري يا عِشْقًا يَجْتاحُ كِياني يا أجمَلَ رَعْشاتِ اليَدْ يا صُبحًا يُشْرِقُ في وجْهي يا فَجْرَ الغَدْ يا جُزُرًا تَمتدُّ بعَيني ، وبُحورًا أغْرَقَها المَدْ الحُبُّ كموْجٍ يُغرِقُني

والشَّوْقُ الجارفُ يَشتدْ والعِشقُ يَجيءُ كتَيَّارٍ يَجرِفُني مِنْ خلْفِ السَّدْ يا أجملَ عِشقٍ جرَّبْتُ .. أنْ أعشَقَ حُبًّا لا يُوجَدْ أنْ أعشَقَ حُلْمًا يَتَبَدَّدْ أنْ يُصبِحَ حُبِّي نافِذَةً أفتحُها .. عُمري يَتجَدَّدْ أنْ أَبقَى العُمْرَ على مَوعِدْ مُنتظِرًا عَودَةَ أحبابي مُنتظرًا شَمسًا لا تأتي لِيَدُقَّ الضوءُ على بابي O love, my longings will never be created, a fire that does not subside, dreams may remain far away, your face may remain in my eyes something that I cannot define sometimes, I collect it as a thread that I spin with a stream of light, your face brighter.