On the sidewalks of absence, they have become remnants of a soul exhausted by waiting.
What if a message came now - from that absent person - to say: I miss you!
It is easier to pretend to be happy than to explain to others why you are sad.
Whenever I see two lovers... I wish you were with me!
I no longer force you to talk to me. When you want to, I am waiting for you!!
I miss things... I miss them... Unfortunately, time does not repeat itself... especially when it comes to those things!!
When you miss someone...you will sleep at night crying no more!
There is a stage of pain...if we reach it...after that we will not be in pain from anything.
My Lord, do not make me more attached to something that you did not write for me...and give me a share in what I love.
Perhaps my soul was unable to meet you and my eyes were unable to see you, but my heart could not forget you.
I miss someone whose passing hurt me... I would like to blame him and then hug him and cry.
My heart is in the fire of longing, my formation... and the lava between my ribs explodes my volcanoes.. I am merciful with eyes, have mercy on me.. even in dreams, remember me.. Yasser, I miss you, do not forget me.
We miss them because the beauty of their days is stronger than forgetfulness.
He wants her and she wants him...and circumstances do not want them together.
In nostalgia, there is no difference between...two days...or two years...or even two decades...the extent of longing may cancel out the idea of time.
Some of me is mine and some of me is yours...and some of me longs for each other..so come.
It is said that neglect is a graveyard... millions of stories have died on its threshold.
How difficult it is to live in confusion with someone! One day you see him loving you, another day you don't know who he is.
I was apologizing to you and I don't know what my mistake was! ...I was only concerned not to lose you.
This life is strange...you may have everything in it...except the thing you want.
The most destructive things... attachment, then attachment, then attachment... then separation..!.
I will be satisfied with you as a dream...your reality is not mine.
The fire of longing is longing that dances between the folds of my heart... overwhelming longing that cuts my artery, the beat of my heart, the sound of my breathing, even the blood running through my cheeks, and it is tired of longing.
My thoughts and the tears in my eyes say how long will the wait be... As for me, I can sail on the ships of those who long and anchor on the shore of those in love, so that the fire of longing will be extinguished and love will fill the world, embrace my breath, and hear the beating of my heart, so that it will realize how much I have waited and how much love there is in my heart with my pen.
I love the quiet of the night... because it takes me to a world I live alone.
There is nothing new...except that my miss for you increases every day.
How I would like to whisper to you “I love you” and tell you how beautiful you are to my eyes!
Fate wanted to decree separation for us... so live with the one you love... for one day you will part with him... so do I wonder..! Will we meet one day with those departed hearts? Or have we become an eternal memory!
Oh my friend, where are you?? I feel the distress of remorse and the fire of longing burning within me.
Longing in my heart is an exploding flame... A tear of love burns the heart with fire... Feelings that contain me in my composition day and night... I am a fugitive from the days, but I have some excuses... How much I scream in the night of my loneliness. I long for your distance in rivers... I do not find an echo in my voice... nor in my feeling, oh love, circulate.
Wow... O night, they say you are calm and in you all hearts declare.
It is possible that if things are absent one day, you will return... but if your lover is absent, things will disappear with him and will not return... you feel that you have lost a part of your body, it has been removed, and it has been separated from you, and your soul is missing.
Your separation has changed my circumstances... Your separation is the flame of fire... I am patient with separation, may God strengthen me.
The cold of the winter morning is only felt by the longing person... who is scattered in the pain of night longing.
We pretend to forget and die every night in tears and pain.
I'm still sitting on the edge of waiting... waiting for news wrapped in the scent of joy.
I wish the world was an eye and we could blink... Every time the eye blinks, the two of us meet.
Turn down the volume of your absence... I'm trying to put to sleep my longing for you!
Isn't it love...that you hurt me and I hurt you...but you still want me and I want you?
After midnight... there is a person sleeping... and another person is torn apart by longing... so where is the justice in that?
Oh, the cruelty of the days.. that kept you far from me.. I feel pain every time I hear your name.. So I said to longing.. Please be patient with me.
The evening has come, so I lit the candles of my love... and put on the dress of my modesty... and adorned myself with your words... and perfumed your breath... and waited for you with longing... so do not prolong my waiting any longer... perhaps my longing for you will kill me from the agony of waiting.
Some say: You will not know the value of what you have until you lose it...but the truth is: You always know the value of what you have, but never think that you will lose it one day.
I sat in the silence of the night, crying, explaining my sadness on my papers, and I drew my life alone, with tears filling my gaze. So, oh heart, let me suffer the cruelty of my longings, and I heard a heart.
Longing... is that fire that you ignited in my thirsty soul... during your absence... it is that longing that fills me for you... it is that feeling whose heat I feel burning my insides... it is that feeling that I have no choice but to live... while you are far from me.
The fire of longing is yours alone, man. Don’t you feel the fire of my longing burning through my ribs?
I compiled my poems and burned my notebooks, and in the light of the candles my tears fell. My tears fell on my candle to announce that my life had become darkness without you, my love.
Ah, I am burned by your love... I have the words in my hand, and I am burned between them.
I have no choice but to miss you and my longing increases every day. And with every breath that comes out of me, I feel my longing for you increasing until I am filled with longing for you. My eyes are overflowing with longing to see you. My ears are overflowing with longing for your voice. My heart is overflowing with longing for your love. .
