You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

Thou art all fair, my love there is no spot in thee.

My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. Lover

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved

You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

Behold, thou art fair, my love behold, thou art fair thou hast doves' eyes.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.

I sleep, but my heart waketh it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

Oh dear, but the worry of love is not like the worry of occupation.

My parents don't approve of my girlfriend.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

Behold, thou art fair, my love behold, thou art fair thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

They stole my lover and all the colors of happiness.

Sorry baby, but I had to say it.

1981 بغداد حبيبتي يهود العراق، ذكريات وشجون .

As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Beloved

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

Let's make love.

Love is blind.

Love is not selfish. And I thought about this, and I thought, You know, I'm not showing love here. I'm seriously not showing love.

There are three types of love in a relationship passionate love, companionate love and sacrificial love.

Love is not important.

Love is an important thing.

for Syria all the love

Love and Peace.

The reason you're not allowed to chart love is because we think of love as a binary thing.

Love sees no faults.

Is this love?

Is it love?

Love is the miracle of civilization.

I need love.

Caritas spreading love.

It's Valentine's Day today!

We shared love and shared our homeland.

I choose love over fear. 7.

They say love is blind.

His masnavi Mu'amlat e Ishq (The Stages of Love) is one of the greatest known love poems in Urdu literature.

What is your perception of love, and your favorite way to love? I think that love is everything, it makes up everything that surrounds us and I'd say that my favorite way to love is...breathing .Photo by John Cardona, used with permission.

Thomas Dolby Love Is a Loaded Pistol