morning with beloved
The beloved is the one whose heart beats with joy when he sees him. The beloved is happiness, joy and hope for his beloved. The morning is a symbol of happy beginnings and radiance in life. What a beautiful morning when he starts talking to the beloved. We have brought you a bouquet of The most beautiful morning words for the beloved.
The most beautiful morning words for the beloved
- A fragrant morning with the remembrance of God, sent to the sweetest creation of God, to enlighten your path, beloved of the soul, and to bless you in your day.
- Be beautiful with your loved ones, as there is a farewell moment that has no time. May God bless your morning.
- Good morning to the inanimate objects around me, to the abandoned chairs from the presence of loved ones in the cafes, to the only waiter, to the cold cups of coffee, and to those with tired eyes who were trying to laugh and then their laughter turned into tears.
- Good morning to my beloved who took all the love in my chest, rather he took my heart with his presence in my life.
- Strength is not always in what we say and do, but sometimes in what we are silent about, in what we leave out of our will, and in what we ignore. Good morning, beloved of the soul.
- Morning longing for a distant lover, morning the sound of tenderness for a morning that used to bring me together.
- Good morning, good morning, morning with the smell of rain, morning with optimism and happiness for your presence in my life, my soul mate.
- My Lord, with this morning, show our eyes the joy of life, the relief of happiness, and make our souls pure from everything.
- Your imagination, my love, is the last of the roses at night and the first of them when the morning comes, so the morning of love is for you.
- O breeze this morning I send my longings to my beloved.
- The morning that begins with seeing you, my love, is indeed a good morning.
Poetic verses about the morning of the beloved
Good morning poem
The poem “Your Morning is Sugar” by the poet Sabah Al-Hakim. She is a contemporary Arab-Iraqi poet residing in France. Her collection of poetry entitled “Tears of Waiting” was published in 2009, and she has other collections of poetry in print.
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- Your morning testified in my heart dripping
Your passion came to me like the breeze of dawn
- And perfumed the distressed morning heart
My surgeries are at your convenience
- Existence became what you came to see!
I love you with pure love
- And my heart - the captive - gets lost and gets drunk
And you won't like my love
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Carve your passion with the depth of the heart
- And in my eyes, in my blood, and more!
Here in my veins inscribed love
- I whispered with pure, purified love
Many passed by and said my morning
- But my heart is affected!
And your tongue smelled sweetly in my name
- My passion is melted and my heart is burning
Your morning is sugar, my love, with my witness
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Good morning love poem
The poem Morning of Love by the poet Ghada Al-Samman. She is a Syrian poet, born in the Syrian capital, Damascus, in 1942 AD. She graduated from the Department of English with a BA. After that, she completed her postgraduate studies at the American University in Beirut. She has several books that have enriched Arabic literature, including collections of poetry and novels.
And grow among us, child of the wind
That hungry intimacy
That intense intense feeling
which I can't find a name for
And one of his names is Love
Since I met you
Happiness returned to me
Just because we live on one planet and one sun shines on us
See, I know you
And I call you joy joy
And every morning I rise from my ashes
Wake up to my voice and I say to you:
good morning love joy,,,
And because I love
Everything I touch is in my hands
Impossible to light
And because I love you
I love men all over the world
And he loved his children, his trees, his seas, and his beings
And his fishermen, his fish, his criminals and his wounded
And the professors' fingers contaminated with chalk
Hospital windows bare of curtains...
because I love you
Madness has returned to me
And joy ignites
In the extinguished continents of my soul
because I love you
The colors have returned to the world
After it was black and gray
Like old silent and worn out movies...
Singing has returned to throats and fields
And my heart returned to running in the woods
Singing and panting like a rebellious little deer.
In your infinitely dimensional personality
A new man for every day
And I have a new love with you every day
And constantly
I betray you with you
And I exercise the pleasure of betrayal with you.
Everything became your name
Your voice became
Even when I try to run away from you
to the wilds of sleep
And it happens to be my forearm
near my ear
Listen to my watch ticks
She chants your name
second by second..
I did not (fall) in love
I walked towards him steadily
Eyes open to their fullest extent
I (standing) in love
not (fall) in love
I want you
Full consciousness
(or what's left of it after I know you!)
I decided to love you
act of will
No defeat act
And behold, I pass your fenced soul
consciously (or madly)
I already know
On any planet set fire
And what storm is unleashed from the chest of iniquities...
I long for you
My limits are lost in your limits
And we float together on a transparent cloud
And I call you: Oh I…
And leave inside my body
like fireworks
And when you go
I go counting over my body
traces of your touch
And he returned it with joy
As a thief counts his spoils
Blessed is every body that I have joined to you
Blessing every woman I have loved before me
Blessing the lips you kissed
And the bellies that cuddled your babies
Blessed be all you dream of
And everything you forget!
for you
Grass grows in the mountains
for you
Waves are born
The sea appears on the horizon
for you
Children laugh in every remote village
for you
Women adorn themselves
for you
The kiss was invented!
And rise from my gray to love you!
Every morning
I get up from my gray
To love you, love you, love you
I yell at the police
(All people are cops when it comes to us)
I shout: morning love
good morning love joy,,,
Messages for the morning lover
First message:
Lord, as you taught us to love the morning and the beginnings..
Make what we ask of you shine before us one day..
And let the closeness of loved ones and seeing them be the beginning of all our days.
Second message:
The morning has come, my love, so do not wake me up with the call.
Throw your nightgown on me so I can see..
Third message:
We advise again.
A new hope accompanies us.
A golden sun rises...
After dark and stillness..
We see flowers blooming.
We hear the sparrow chirping...
Butterflies dancing on the balcony..
The aroma of coffee refreshes us again.
And the most beautiful smile of loved ones every morning..
Fourth message:
I offer you words in the morning, I don't know where to start or how..
All I know is that it is made for a wonderful lover.
She carries in her heart the purest and most beautiful of the colors of the spectrum.
Woven for a lover like a star in the sky..
She carries in her eyeballs two bright eyes as bright as the edge of a sword.
Thoughts about the morning lover
First thought:
A morning inhabited by the waves of your mood.. With the violet of the letter and the sweetness of joy.. To the melody of the fluttering and chirping of the birds.. The mornings of wanderers on the path of jasmine.. I greet your hearts with it in the exchange of all thanks and beautiful praise. Your morning has two roses: a red rose that says I love you.. and a yellow rose that says I wish I were with you.. Good morning to the people of roses, and the morning of longing to the people of taste, and the morning of contentment to my beloved.
Second thought:
You have the most beautiful wishes from me, my love, this morning. You have a flower from me that dazzles you with its fragrant fragrance. You have a morning from me in which I present to you every bird that sang this morning or shouted. I give you a song as beautiful as the birds chirping in the morning, in which the bird calls your name whenever it chirps and takes off in the sky. You have a song from me with the splendor of the rooster’s crowing voice, he crows longing for you, and the truth calls out to you, “Live on the farmer.” He walks from one peak to the other every morning like a wandering bird. And here I have started my morning with you, O rose, in the midst of a garden of love with fragrant fragrance and tenderness.