What exactly is love, you ask?
What doesn't kill but pains, O Love, O beautiful, dear Love
Drifting like gentle clouds
However, it is roaring and deafening.
Here today, gone tomorrow
leaving bodies draped in grief
When a glow first appears on a young woman's head, the pain that goes unspoken is present.
O Love, speak to me. Oh lovely Love
where poetry is created from words
Where the layer of the eye's joy leaks
However, you disappear like a vapor, lovely.
O converse with me O Love, O Love from behind the tears and regrets
from depressed and heartbroken
Using a gold arrow to mock Cupid
piercing hearts only for pleasure
Always remember:- We have the key that unlocks to love's magic, But do we have the courage to face our ego and hatred, which developed as lovers ignored the simple fact that the only prerequisite for love is the union of the two hearts?
!! अभय !!
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