Sweet words for the beloved – ryan

12 أبريل، 2025

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Words from the heart to the heart of the beloved
Spinning words for my beloved

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Sweet words for the beloved

One of the most beautiful words presented to the beloved is the following:

I am ready to lose my life and lose the world for you, so that I can see you whenever you need your tenderness.
If love is lost, you are the evidence, and if the heart dies, you are the alternative, and the word love in your right is few.
The paradise of my dreams is your heart, the happiest of my days near you, and the sweetest words “I love you” in the world I have “your love.”
Oh, Safri’s message to the dear heart, and dwell in it, then come back and reassure my heart on it.
Your name is my heart, I write, and with letters of light and gold, take from me this promise, I love you forever.
I drew this world with your eyes, and I was without you, I swore that I did not betray you, I love you very much and protect you.
The hours pass, wait for your voice, pass the days, and I hope to see you, and the age passes and I love you.
They said the moon.
Show me a heart that loves what they betray, and on the eye of seeing one million.
Al -Thalj is the gift of winter, the sun is the gift of the summer, and the flowers are the gift of the spring, and you are the gift of life.
Oh God, I love your servant this sincere love in you, so gather me and him in Riad Al -Jinan.
I turned a message that I sent to you, I did not find sweeter than “God does not deprive me of you.”
The first person in this world deserves the word every year and you are a thousand good, the sweetest heart in this world.
From my love for you, my friend, and my madness, I forgot how to apply my eyelids, to my heart or my eyes?
When my soul stops the love of your soul, my pen will stop the love of letters and kiss paper.
My age was lost twice, once before I meet you, and the second when I no longer meet you.
If Newton looked at your eyes, he would have known that no gravity has any law governing it.
When time stops, the world is separated from existence, then know that I have accepted your forehead.
Eyes have a language that only lovers understand, silence in it when you begin to speak.
The most wonderful thing to feel love, but the most beautiful is for you to feel the one you love.
Perhaps my soul was unable to receive you, and my eyes were unable to see you, but my heart could not forget you, if the eye did not see you, the heart will not forget you.
I love you death, do not ask me what is the evidence, I saw a bullet asking the dead man.
Perhaps a person sells something that he has bought, but he does not sell a heart that has grown.
Do not ask me about the dew, it will not be thinner than your voice, and do not ask me about my country, as I set up it in your hands, and do not ask me about my name, I forgot it when I loved you.
I intended to dig your name on my heart, but I was afraid that the beats of my heart would bother you.
If you get a day of your love and think about suicide, I will not hang myself, or call it fire, and I will not throw myself from a skyscraper, because in short, I know that your eyes are the fastest way to commit suicide.
I have no confidence except with your eyes, so your eyes are a land that is not betrayed, so let me look at them, let me know who I am.

Romantic messages for the beloved

I thought that I would give you my eyes, but I was afraid to miss you, so I did not see you.
It is torture to write for those who do not read to you, to wait for someone who does not come to you, to love those who do not feel you, and to need someone who does not need you.
The difference between love and love when you cry for someone you love to try to relieve it, but when he cries who loves you cry with him.
Whoever collects sincere love possesses the most beautiful moments of this world, and from the king of a lover like you possesses the whole world.
O laughter of the heart of Hirna, her cry shakes the universe, everyone who heard your voice lived life crazy.
Love has a virtue of this life, as it gives her a taste and color, and makes her appear colored in our eyes, and love is a favor to us, as it transports joy in our small hearts to become the expansion of the universe with its love.
How beautiful it is to live these true true feelings, and share them with those we love, and on the day of love this is an opportunity to reveal every lover of his beloved, how grateful he is for his presence in his life, and to thank him for every moment of sadness and happiness that they spent together with pure hearts, lover, and love.

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Ahlam Mostaghanemi’s dreams about love

From the dreams of Mostaghanemi’s dreams related to love, the following:

Let me exalt you on Valentine’s Day, and make a thousand ways to say one word itself in love, let me ask you to you the righteous, the thousand, and I adore you with the contradictory emotions, and I forget you and remind you, with the extremism of forgetfulness and memory, and I submit to you and disavow you, with the extremism of freedom and slavery, with the contradiction of love and hatred. Let me on Valentine’s Day hate you with some love.
The most beautiful love is what we find while we search for something else.
Love always sits on a chair that we expect completely, along what we expect in love.
Love was better on the day the bathroom was a postman with the messages of lovers, how many longings assassinated by the air and closer the distances, people forgot that eagerness that lovers were waiting for a postman, and any great event that one loves you with his hand, any happiness and any risk that one keeps a love message until the end of life.
Today I love you to be erased with a button, she lives only a minute, and only a film.
Love is two laughing for the same things, grieved at the same moment, burning and extinguishing with one sulfur stick without coordination or agreement.
Love is the intelligence of the distance, not to approach a lot and eliminate the eagerness, and do not move away long and forget, not to put your firewood at one time in the stove of the one you love, to keep it burning by moving you firewood, no more, without the other hinting your driving hand to his feelings and the path of his destiny.
The most beautiful moment in love is before recognizing it, how to make that first confusion long, that state of rotation in which your pulse and age change more than once in one moment, and you are on the outskirts of one word.
Festival is rotating, feast for you and Eid, Those who cry today for their unity, may be the children of love spoiled on the upcoming holidays, in both cases we must prepare for the other possibility.
Any knowledge of this that has not yet been able to put the voices of those we love in tablets or bottle of medicine that we take secretly, when we have an emotional problem, without its owner knowing how much we need!
Enter the love big and remove it from a princess, because as you enter it, you will stay, rise so that you do not affect the other wealthy stature.
In love, do not extinguish anything, but be excessive in everything, go in every case to the other, in extremism your strength lies and your effect is immortalized, if you moderate, it becomes an ordinary woman that can be forgotten and replaced!

A poem about love

On the rubble and responded

And our faces on sand

If the winds of the summer pass

We started the napkille

Liven .. leisurely

And we folded two songs, like the prisoners

We dodge the drop of the look

Come on in mind

Sister!

At the end of the night

Tred me from colors and shades

Beautolian MyHeration!

In your eyes, my old moon

I am tightening me

To a blue hidden

Under the sun .. and palm trees

Away from the exile.

Close to my family fever

Childhood is crafted in you

Since the spring birds flew

Tajrd al -Shajar

And your voice was, what was,

Come

From wells sometimes

Sometimes the rain drops it

Pure like this

Like trees .. Like poems pouring down

Come here

There was something in your eyes that I desire

I was waiting

And pulled me to Zindak

I am captive

From you, forgive

Childhood is crafted in you

Since he flew

Spring birds

Tajrd al -Shajar!

We cross on the way

McClves ..

As if we are prisoners

My hand, I did not know, or your hand

She took a pain

From the other?

It was not released, as usual,

With my chest or with your chest ..

Sarwa Al -Zakri

As if we passed a path,

Like all people,

The same

There is no longing

No regret

Nor

We dive into the crowd

Let’s buy our younger things

We did not leave our night

Ashes .. mentioning the crowd

And something in my arteries

Yenadini

To drink from your hand, the memory

Once a planet

And he walked on our fingers

He did not get tired

When you sip your lips

Tarrot water

I accept then, drink

And when I wrote about your eyes

Dociate everything I write

لشعك آء الغبعض .. ..

Our coffee

And when I went ..

He did not go

Perhaps I became forgotten

You have

As a wind of the wind

Going to Morocco ..

But if I tried

I forget you ..

Place the planet’s hands

Glory be to you

Praise in my imagination

From your resonance ..

Prison and registration

I see you, based on

Skilled .. running

Feel in the cold nights

Shams

In my blood, you will be

Names of childhood

In front of me, the Nahd

Name the spring

Herbs and roses are disgusted

The name of the sky

Rain and thunder smelled

Glory be to you

It is not my joy

end

Wests moodly

You .. glory

We realized the evening ..

The sun was

Her hair is resting in the sea

And the last kiss is anchoring

On my eyes like embers

Take the wind from me

During the breaks

For the last time in a lifetime

And the morning realized it

The sun was

She combed her hair in the east

Her henna and wedding

And a memory of the Palace of Lock

Take the songs from me

And remember me ..

Lightning

And I realized the evening

The bells were

Purify the process of beautiful captivity

And my heart is cold as diamonds

And my dreams are boxes on the port

Take the spring

Wou Evinut ..