We are all looking for love, tenderness, kindness and happiness, but she is absent from us by the absence of beautiful qualities
And Al-Hamidah, everyone has been playing the money of love according
His own needs, some have lusted him and some are his repairers
Where is the fulfillment, love, age and affectionate truth
The female complains betraying men and men their eyes
Zaigah that raaa, a beautiful breather, I forget him all the days of the boy
And the love of the previous extrusion, everyone became among Ahat
Surgeon, love, knife and lost love
My letters were a sad money
For feelings, his wound is love, current and upscale
We have to keep true and honest

My heart has lost its essence due to the translation program it was. My heart loves it
He adored and poked her cheek's response to his tear
I wanted to clarify things but
It made me his heater
It made that of me his heater
You don't know that my origin is precious
And the house of origin of the Arabs
And the Arabs are his homeland, I desire you
Oh my precious contract to not change
For my heart, your choice, the soul is Jehovah
Your presence is your presence with my heart for him
Mathrah

In my heart, Afaf Zain Al-Abidin, purifying feelings and good speech are balanced, decorated and innovative words high for the taste of the slave

I want you for my heart, solo, and you have my heart, Yesig the letters
I want to Make lovee to you the highest ranks and spread its poems in its essence and my precious contract

Do not be surprised to repeat my correspondence to you, O most beautiful essence, the heart and the soul chose you without others

A consistent name whose essence is a Nafis metal that owns the benefactors and the high-description ranks the girl is his dreamer
Her beauty is the highest ranks and her good heart took peace and admiration from the heart that Angel Zen literature loved you

Badri Bousli is my girlfriend, you will not regret it. I will make you his prince and his king on a throne that you did not know before that a girl

I loved you and I love you confessed
Don't think of me as a seducer or a pervert

It is my heart's right to love and your right
You accept or tell me go away

The most important thing is not to get hurt
My heart has become captive trembling

There is nothing wrong with chaste love, so what
Make the beloved stand in front of my longings?

What will happen that humbled and bowed
For love voluntarily, sincerely, no different?

What I was expecting hurt my feelings
And he who is from a friendly sea, gets away

No, it didn't occur to me
He will not know who I am and he will

I will continue to pray for love sincerely
As long as my pulse-the spring of my love has not dried up

A million people, I am one of them, and if one person loves you, it is me, and if no one loves you, know that I died. I love you, sweeter than all human beings, my soul mate, and closer than my heartbeat and blood. Your image is engraved between my eyelids, and it is the light of my eyes. Love does not master thinking, and the most dangerous thing is that it has no memory. If love were written words, my pens would end, but love gives souls, so is my soul enough for you? I thought I would give you my life, and I discovered that it is yours. Love is torment in the hearts of young men, love is a plant in the hearts of girls, love is a legend in broken hearts, love is a necessary evil. My love, in my heart there are sensations and feelings that turmoil whenever I see you, as if I want to disappear from this world, and merge into your soul, because my soul is yearning for you, fond of you, so that I cannot dispense with you, so be kind to me, in your hands is my happiness. Here are the lines of love letters from the blood of the heart. Love is unbearable hell. . Life without love is unbearable bliss. Love is a living experience that only those who live it can suffer. Love knows no law. True love is loving the only person who can make you miserable. Neglect kills love, forgetfulness bury him. When my soul stops loving your soul, my pen will stop loving letters and kissing paper. The eyes have a language that only the lovers can understand. Silence reigns in it