Love has horizons of flame that only its owner knows about, so what is the beauty of love except for its silence that dwells inside the heart of its owner? Love has wars and battles. If you do not fight a real war in your love and relationship, unfortunately, this love is marginal and do not call it splendor.
In order to understand the meaning of silent love, we must live the pain of our love, our love, and our separation, to be far, near, and imprisoned within your strong feelings. The most difficult thing is to write down your feelings, not to live them.
In order to understand the content of prose and written fantasies, we must live the moments and enjoy the love of logic and passion that is born at some time with our partner. The other person is only connected to you through a specific relationship that he defines. You cannot measure the relationship by the feelings you feel towards him, and the feelings have no measure except for their eagerness towards their owner. Your feelings are always the property of the person you give them to who is deprived of them by their owner.
You will ask me how do we know if love exists or this connection is nothing more than admiration?
It is easy and difficult at the same time. Go away, go away, disappear and do not speak. You will see him in every corner and every time. You will feel his spirit touching you and the mind will always think of him. You will wish to meet him by chance. You will feel his presence and his name when you miss him. You will speak with your imagination and with Your emptiness to meet him in your imagination, you will be like inanimate objects, you will not feel anything, not joy, not sadness, not depression, and if the world is destroyed while he is absent, you will not feel anything, always minus the wings, and if you come without him.
You will go to meet others and get to know others, and you will see yourself with humiliated feet returning to him, so you will possess the mind and the soul, and you have become his slave, and this is your truth that you are not the owner of yourself, but rather owned by him.
And make sure, gentlemen, true love is not based on an alternative, because true love is built from a vacuum, not in return: to ask yourself why do I love him? And the answer is, I do not know, because beauty is fickle and attention is not present, and the opposite is not present here. Make sure that your love for him is a soul that entered your body and took it away from you, and this permanent love is very difficult, and one of the finest and strongest feelings in the world is to love a person, even a beautiful word is not heard from him .
And love is a sustenance from God. How beautiful it is for God to bless you with beautiful and virginal love that you see its owner from the highest peaks. Containing the beloved is the master of love and its foundation, so the lover's eye sees nothing but his beloved, as the beloved's eye is lifted beyond the eyebrows. Trouble rises to limbs, which is the most beautiful feeling a person can feel.
The beloved must take care of the one he loves, to listen to him and support him in all aspects of life, and keep away from harming him as much as possible, but to stand by him and support him always and forever, and love is immortal in the hearts of lovers.
Love is the word that is the mother of strong feelings, the spirit of relationships and their treasure. Have you seen a lover collapse except on what he loves, so that his beloved becomes his weakness and the source of his strength at the same time? So do not talk to me about true love that has died, because love does not die, that it is frozen until a certain moment.
Finally, love is the heritage of beauty, the source of inspiration, the soul of lovers, the basis of existence, and love is one of the greatest feelings that a person feels. And the strength of love lies only with the parties who are communicating spiritually, physically, and caring.
Love has horizons of flame that only its owner feels, so the measure of love is existence.
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