Love, the light that enters your soul and makes you blossom; like the morning lilies wet in mist. Love is the little universe, lets me fly like a little bird with heart’s abundance…
It’s like the seasons– perpetually changing its color, fragrance, and appearance, without defaming the glory of it. Like a divine algorithm, it binds two souls of different tapestry together forever.
Love remains eternal. Even if it breaks hearts, even if it makes Valentine Day’s roses seem filthy, even if it takes away everything from you—love is eternal.
Like the everlasting pride of Mountains and everlasting sparkle of stars, the azure of love never leaves the darkness of the soul.
Petal of the jaded night and susurration of dried yellow leaves of autumn
Don’t let me sleep!
Love is the tale of such insomniac nights
And the dusty sky of early summer…when the valley blooms with thousands of tulips!