Honestly, your letters are evidence of the strength of your culture

The intellectual maturity of the female has better results and feelings and tenderness for a man come early and the female is interested in who is the knight of her dreams

If love is associated with making love with the female, it is not love, but rather the admiration of love to see the one you love happy, even if you did not have love one day, loyalty, purity of morals and sincerity, devoid of personal interest.

Indeed, love is not confined to lust and making love, even if it is under the soil, we remember and delight in imagination

No, true love is extinct. You do not find human hearts, all of which have multiple factories. The girl complains about men, and men complain about women. What kind of love is enough for my lost heart?

I met my moon through a communication program. The clock was running fast. The hour passed in a minute and a minute of a second, but it needed a prior study. The past lurks in the moon and was lost in the sky.

Women are looking after riches and wealth. Is there anyone who sanctifies love far from money and wealth? What love? What are the hearts of people? Their minds are different from previous ages.

True love has become extinct and our hearts are engraved with the blood of all who complain, not the oppressor, and the oppressed are all

Between the groaning of hearts, we search our hearts, between the bleeding of the wound of love, which bleeds, what kind of love has happened in this time?

Congratulations on the birth of how beautiful hearts and the most beautiful moon

How can my heart celebrate the birthday of a soul that missed the moon? I am suffering. My life has been shortened.

Love does not buy Belmal love comes with happiness

Oh my God, how cute you are, you deserve thanks

Words in the utmost splendor and deserve all mutual respect from us, you hand over your femininity and hand over your spectrum, you have started with your beautiful letters and you have all thanks from us

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

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

Its stature can be called (gentle) and its rank is in Hassan, Hon

Maali and her waist represent the role of femininity and the official spokesperson on behalf of Al-Jamali

And her hair in the back is praying in a lace that I occupy with my hands, and he does not care

Her pigmentation.. her make-up.. the shadow drawing, the color of the lips that increases my burning

The story of Qana, how many events of endurance a lover needs to hit the ideal

The night was dark, and it rained with sad clouds....... And it was evening for me, my longing, and the flower of my time
We build our hope from paper over fire......... and we burn and melt between wishes
We met in the dress of suffering, grooms....... The rope of communication between us became Danny
Hodhod Suleiman is with us today..... My messages reach her in seconds
It scatters me with agonies and agonies........ and a ring that fills me with letters and meanings
Every time I feel like I'm a little anxious.... I grab my phone and hit the number on my tongue
I have her number registered under Marwan's name...and my name on her phone is Tahani
Every time I call, she gives me a clip of an artist..and asks me what songs you like
I said I listen to Fayrouz and Rashid sometimes.... and I was melting with the song of Jarh Thani
I became addicted to the tone of her sweet voice.... I loved my name the day he called me by my name
In love with her, I am still missing until now........ People asked about me, and Muhammad met me
Al-Rawabi's longing for Nissan... I loved her since we were back in the second row
With her eyes, I cross beaches and valleys..... and travel the world while I am in my place
O Lord, keep us beloved and dear....... We love, we love, we change, we stay up, we suffer
And it is safe for us to develop Solomon's hoopoe... Develop our relationship with Wasl and Danny

Reply: The poem of Hodhud Suleiman (Moaz Al-Junaid)

Darkness lingers and the heart ignites and ignites and wanders in the same sweetness and semantics

Its spectrum is a traveling boat that disrupts its journey every day at the station of my imagination

And the hands of the cores in the abyss of longing penetrate my body, and after that they are unable to lift me

I am in the sign of love, Samer Moqil, and the star called me Samir El Hilali

I quench the tears of the papers and quench the eyelid of the god with patience whenever he cries for me

And hope from the balcony of light kissed me, and the dream shook my hand with the palm of my fingers

O despair, let what is left for you, and isolate, do not return.. And you, O Amani, come

Despite the souls trying to break between me and Zain, the corner of Al-Wasali

We drove the distance, and vinegar met vinegar, and the cheapest passion of the world is dear to us

My heart was revived the day she told me to go down and wait for you on the northern sidewalk

In four seconds, I was combing, changing, running, and turning around our door while he was in front of me

I race my feet and come jogging and reach her before me and follow my shadows

And the situation that happened to me was shameful.. From my joy.. I forgot not to wear my slippers

I met her, and I stood up and said Allahu Akbar and I said, Glory be to the Lord of Majesty

Her beauty.. fascinates.. makes her mad.. and amazes. My wish is to spend nights with her

I kiss the head of time, by God, it is long, O sun, do not rush to go away

I dodge the moment and try to derail the clock and achieve my goals

And from its gaps, I beg it to turn into a painstaking lover with a sip of earthquakes

I touch her hands longingly, and she says... hero, hero. And she touches Sally's palm

I read her feelings, translate and analyze, and find that she loves and adores my actions

Her words are witnessed and honey, which completes the ear tasting from it and saying my situation

Her cheeks from her charm, longing sends its fire and establishes her heat through me

And her blink is a professor who can communicate in a convincing manner how I was assassinated

It presses on the screen of my existence, shading my form, crossing me out, and drawing with my substitute

Its stature can be called (gentle) and its rank is in Hassan, Hon

Maali and her waist represent the role of femininity and the official spokesperson on behalf of Al-Jamali

And her hair in the back is praying in a lace that I occupy with my hands, and he does not care

Her pigmentation.. her make-up.. the shadow drawing, the color of the lips that increases my burning

The story of Qana, how many events of endurance a lover needs to hit the ideal

I said goodbye to her and went to tears, living with my brothers as if I were alone

Whenever longing overwhelms me, I pray and recite, God casts my shadows in its guidance.

كانت الليلة مظلمة ، وأمطرت بسحب حزينة ....... وكان المساء بالنسبة لي ، شوقي ، وزهرة وقتي
نبني أملنا من الورق على النار ......... ونحرق ونذوب بين الرغبات
التقينا في ثوب المعاناة ، تزرع ....... أصبح حبل التواصل بيننا داني
هود سليمان معنا اليوم ..... تصل رسائلي إليها في ثوان
إنه يخيفني بالآلام والأذى ........ وخاتم يملأني بالحروف والمعاني
في كل مرة أشعر أنني قلق قليلاً .... أمسكت هاتفي وضربت الرقم على لساني
لدي رقمها مسجل تحت اسم مروان ... واسمي على هاتفها تهاني
في كل مرة أتصل بها ، أعطتني مقطع لفنان .. وتسألني ما هي الأغاني التي تحبها
قلت إنني أستمع إلى فيروز ورشيد أحيانًا .... وكنت أذوب بأغنية جاره ثاني
أصبحت مدمنة على نبرة صوتها الحلو .... أحببت اسمي في اليوم الذي اتصل بي باسمي
في حبها ، ما زلت أفتقد حتى الآن ........ سأل الناس عني ، والتقى بي محمد
شوق الروابي لنيسان ... أحببتها منذ أن عدنا في الصف الثاني
بعينيها ، أعبر الشواطئ والوديان ..... والسفر حول العالم وأنا في مكاني
يا رب ابقينا حبيبين وعزيز ....... نحن نحب ، نحن نحب ، نتغير ، نبقى مستيقظين ، نعاني
ومن الآمن بالنسبة لنا تطوير hoopoe سليمان... طور علاقتنا مع واصل وداني

رد: قصيدة هودهود سليمان (معاذ جنيد)

الظلام يبقى والقلب يشتعل ويشعل ويتجول في نفس الحلاوة والدلالات

طيفه هو قارب مسافر يعطل رحلته كل يوم في محطة خيالي

ويدي النوى في هاوية الشوق تخترق جسدي ، وبعد ذلك فهي غير قادرة على رفعي

أنا في علامة الحب ، سامر مقيل ، والنجم اتصل بي سمير الهلالي

أروي دموع الأوراق وأروي جفن الله بالصبر كلما بكى من أجلي

والأمل من شرفة الضوء قبلني ، والحلم هز يدي مع راحة أصابعي

يا يأس ، دع ما تبقى لك ، وعزل ، لا تعود .. وأنت يا أماني تعال

على الرغم من النفوس التي تحاول الانفصال بيني وبين زين ، زاوية الوصل

قادنا المسافة ، والخل التقى الخل ، وأرخص شغف في العالم عزيز علينا

تم إحياء قلبي في اليوم الذي أخبرتني فيه أن أنزل وأنتظرك على الرصيف الشمالي

في غضون أربع ثوانٍ ، كنت أمشط ، وأتغير ، وأركض ، وأدير بابنا بينما كان أمامي

أتسابق على قدمي وأأتي للركض وأصل إليها قبلي وأتبع ظلالي

والوضع الذي حدث لي كان مخجل .. من فرحتي .. نسيت ألا أرتدي نعال

التقيت بها ، وقفت وقلت الله أكبر وقلت ، سبحان رب الجلالة

جمالها .. الفاشينات .. يجعلها غاضبة .. و amazes. أمنيتي هي قضاء الليالي معها

أقبل رأس الوقت ، والله ، إنه طويل ، يا شمس ، لا تتسرع في الابتعاد

أنا دودج لحظة ومحاولة لderail على مدار الساعة وتحقيق أهدافي

ومن الفجوات ، أتوسل إليها أن تتحول إلى عاشق مضني مع رشفة من الزلازل

ألمس يديها بشوق ، وتقول ... بطل ، بطل. وهي تلمس كف سالي

قرأت مشاعرها وترجمتها وتحليلها ووجدت أنها تحب وأعشق أفعالي

تشهد كلماتها والعسل ، الذي يكمل تذوق الأذن منه ويقول وضعي

خديها من سحرها ، الشوق يرسل النار ويثبت حرارتها من خلالي

ورمشها أستاذ يمكنه التواصل بطريقة مقنعة كيف تم اغتيالي

يضغط على شاشة وجودي ، ويظلل شكلي ، ويعبرني ، ويرسم بديلي

يمكن تسمية مكانته (لطيف) ورتبها في حسن ، هون

تمثل مالي وخصرها دور الأنوثة والمتحدث الرسمي نيابة عن الجمالي

وشعرها في الخلف يصلي في الدانتيل الذي أشغله بيدي ، ولا يهتم

تصبغ لها .. مكياجها .. رسم الظل ، لون الشفاه التي تزيد من حرق بلدي

قصة قانا ، كم عدد أحداث التحمل التي يحتاجها الحبيب لضرب المثل الأعلى

قلت لها وداعا وذهبت إلى الدموع ، أعيش مع إخوتي كما لو كنت وحدي

كلما غمرني الشوق ، أصلي وأقرأ ، يلقي الله ظلالي في توجيهاته.

Say greet you who formed you the first time and may you return