The most beautiful words of love

There are many poetic verses that sing of the beloved and describe the feelings of love and longing in the most beautiful way, and make our feelings glow with eagerness for a similar love story so that we can live its details, and from these verses I chose for you the most beautiful hundred verses describing love and its beauty.

And you were not one of those whose hearts love entered *** But he who sees your eyelids is in love.

I tempt you that your love kills me, and that whatever you command, the heart does.

The heart loves you, as long as you die, my echo will follow your echo in the grave.

You are the bliss for my heart and the torment for it*** So what is your matter in my heart and your sweetest?

And I am not surprised at the death of lovers in passion *** but the survival of lovers is strange.

Passion for you has poured into my heart *** The blood of life has poured into my veins.

My boyfriend, while you lived, did you two see a dead man who wept from the love of his killer before me?

If my heart was with me, I would not have chosen anyone else but you, nor would I settle for anyone but you in desire instead.

I wish this love would fall in love once, so that it would know what the lover encounters of abandonment.

Your eyes descended on the hearts, all of them are either wounded or killed.

And I like to sleep at other than the time *** Perhaps a meeting in a dream is.

Were it not for passion, no lover would be humiliated on earth, but the dearest of lovers is humiliated.

Move your heart wherever you want from passion *** Love is only for the first lover.

If you want to receive all virtues *** then in the face of whom you love all virtues.

Do not fight with your eyes on my heart *** for the weak overcome the strong.

If my eyes see your beauty approaching *** and your truth, my soul, I get drunk without drinking.

Tears wrote in my promise *** for passion and longing dictates what was written.

I love you with two loves, the love of passion, and with love because you are worthy of that.

I saw a full moon walking on the ground, and I have never seen a full moon walking on the ground.

They said separation tomorrow, no doubt, I told them *** Rather, the death of my soul before separation tomorrow.

Stand up and say goodbye before we are about to separate *** I am not the one who lives until we meet.

I kissed her and sipped the wine from her saliva*** and found a burning fire in Kawthar.

I hugged you until I said my fire has been extinguished *** but my fire did not extinguish and its fuel increased.

I will leave the world, and your love is between the wings, and no one feels it.

Passion followed my soul in its tracks*** until love ran the course of the soul in the body.

I love you with a love that if a little of it were to spread over the *** of creation, the creation would die from the intensity of love.

I said: As she wished, and as she wished, *** Your murderer said: Which of them are many?

You are my past and my heart is in your hands *** return my heart and go wherever you want.

And I have a heart when the torment is prolonged with it. *** He is eager to meet his tormentor.

He did not treat people like love from disease *** nor did he heal bones or bodies like it.

She shaded me and it was amazing *** the sun shaded me from the sun.

I left you until it was said that he did not know the desires *** and I visited you until it was said that he had no patience.

She said, "She is mad with whom she loves." I said to her, "Love is greater than that of madmen."

And if the dissolved poison were mixed with its sparkle *** and a sip of it was given to drink, I would have been blessed.

And I said my witnesses in your desires are many *** and my heart believes them and my tears are shed.

I return my gaze to him while he is oblivious*** to steal my eyes from him, Malis Daria.

It has the visible moon, its brother, and it sometimes rises for it, but it sets.

And if she judges me, she will judge me with her judgment, but that injustice is more desirable than justice.

I owned my heart while you were in it *** How did you surround the one who surrounded you?

Tell the loved ones, How can I be blessed after you *** while I am a traveler and my heart is a resident.

Tortured me with everything but repulsion *** I have not tasted such torment.

And she led my heart in her desires, and her heart obeyed her and did not disobey her.

I submitted to her in love after my dignity *** and every lover of loved ones is submissive.

And the fire has known its kind of guidance *** And in the fire of your cheeks every confused heart.

Torment my heart as much as you want, for the torment of love is my highest demand.

Bedei fire desertion fire died and some become tears drowned.

The rose killed itself out of envy of you *** and threw its blood in your cheeks.

Getting used to your absence is hard, and getting used to your presence is even harder.

It seeped into the pores of my skin, like a dew drop.

I have you with me, even if I have forgotten a covenant *** in the heart of the heart, not breaking.

It is as if in a dream you kissed me, so I said, “I ransom you from dreaming.”

As if my heart could not cure its anger except to see the two souls mingling.

O Hajiri, without sin in passion *** slow down, forsake you and Al-Munun are the same.

If it was my fault that your love preoccupied me *** from anyone else, then I do not repent of it.

If the torture of my heart for their love *** satisfies them, then they will have what they asked for.

If my heart was with me, I would not have chosen anyone else but you, nor would I have accepted anything but you in love instead.

The doctor felt my hand out of ignorance, and I said to him: “Love is in my heart, so let my hand go.”

The imagination visited as skinny as its sender ***, so hugging and kissing did not heal me from it.

My heaven has come to you, but my soul *** prefers torment in loving you.

And do I have a fixed share in your heart *** Just as you have a share in the heart.

How much I love you so much that I am astonished by myself.

Pray, may the link revive him, and know *** that I am a prisoner of love in the greatest of families.

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

Your imagination was not absent from my eyes for a moment, and it is still there, and the imagination is fading away.

Love set up his throne, so we asked him *** Who do you see for him, so he indicated you.

And the butterflies grew tired of the blossom when the breeze spoke to them from your lips.

I did not believe in the eyes and their magic until your eyes fascinated me.

And I punished the people of love until I tasted it *** So I was amazed at how those who do not love die.

Al-Hassan has truly entrusted you with his throne *** so rule over the heart of those who love you.

You are fresh Kalotfolh Kalahalam Kallhn new Kabbah.

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

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

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

If I come to my heart, I admonish him, and I cast him into the abyss of love, burning.

I love you with a love if you love like him *** You have been struck by my madness.

I love you more than words can describe, and it deserts me if I fall asleep.

I kissed it and sipped from it *** that which intoxicates the world and narrates it.

The universe is only visions for your eyes *** I am the night and you are the moon.

I have a lover whose descriptions are complete *** I have the right to love him if I excuse him.

The bees do not make a mistake if they empty their secretions *** The cheek is a rose and this hair is a flower.

Sleepy limb, Kahil Al-Muqal *** He was pleased in describing the sweetness of Ghazli.

And I complain about my torment in your desires *** and I reward you for the torture with love.

If the lover was rewarded for his excessive longing, I would have rewarded many of my longings.

I tasted sweet and bitter from it, and the pleasure of love was in the difference of taste.

Carry me in love as much as you want*** except for the accident of repulsion or the affliction of separation.

Oh good, your first kiss makes me shiver with it, the scent of my mountains, my forests and my valleys.

I broadcasted my complaint, and the snow melted, and I pity the rock, and the iron is a hand.

I love you like the full moon whose light overflowed upon the fragrant gardens and green hills.

Your face and the full moon, when it appears, is full moon for the eyes of the world.

Love and I are twins who created us, and each lover followed us in love.

And the night realized the secret of love in my heart***, so he kept rushing after the morning, ecstatic.

If I had two hearts, I would live with one *** and I would keep one heart tormented by your desires.

I love you so much that passion gathers and rests in my ribs.

And the language of speech broke down, and my eyes spoke to your eyes in the language of passion.

I complain of love to you, so accept *** my passion, and if I complained, I would be rocked and burned.

And he wished for a look that would cure *** the cause of longing, and it was fatal.

Life will play with us and mock *** so come I love you more now.

By God, the sun has not risen or set, but my memory of you is left with my breath.

We got drunk and we didn't drink a mouthful of wine***But the conversations of love are wine