The moment our eyes met I understood that she loved me passionately. It was the warmth in her eyes that said it all. Much though we were supposed to meet at five, he reached the appointed place at three- thirty. This feeling was so familiar to me. His impatience, restlessness and his joy on seeing me was proof enough that he loved me. As she approached me, her pace grew swifter- that moment I realized she was in love with me.
While conversing with him about this and that, he read out a few poems he had previously written- it did not for even a while make me feel that it could have been composed for some other person. I was conscious that I was the subject of his love poems. The main problem is that people know not how to communicate their emotions.
They keep wondering if they require books or some kind of instruction to express their desire. However, the truth is that it is just spontaneous and frank.
Love is beautiful and pure. It is celestial and intense. It is neither for skeptics nor for people who try to make profit out of everything and look upon life as a business deal. Neither is it for those who are consumed with lust. Love is for all who are honestly looking for a special someone who will complete them. Love is meaningful to those who search for words in silence. Love is for the irrational and the unreasonable. Love is for the one who can put behind anything for love. Love is wonderful!
The moment I behold a happy couple so much in love with each other, I can no longer think about all the spilt ups, divorces and other failed relationships. They look so beautiful together. All that I fret about fades away into nothingness. Instantly I am reminded of how we have corrupted what the Almighty has formed. Love with all its purity and innocence stands before me. I request and urge you to love someone intensely, love him or her with all your heart and soul. Let it be free and frank. You will require no help; no guides can be of any assistance.
While conversing with him about this and that, he read out a few poems he had previously written- it did not for even a while make me feel that it could have been composed for some other person. I was conscious that I was the subject of his love poems. The main problem is that people know not how to communicate their emotions.
They keep wondering if they require books or some kind of instruction to express their desire. However, the truth is that it is just spontaneous and frank.
Love is beautiful and pure. It is celestial and intense. It is neither for skeptics nor for people who try to make profit out of everything and look upon life as a business deal. Neither is it for those who are consumed with lust. Love is for all who are honestly looking for a special someone who will complete them. Love is meaningful to those who search for words in silence. Love is for the irrational and the unreasonable. Love is for the one who can put behind anything for love. Love is wonderful!
The moment I behold a happy couple so much in love with each other, I can no longer think about all the spilt ups, divorces and other failed relationships. They look so beautiful together. All that I fret about fades away into nothingness. Instantly I am reminded of how we have corrupted what the Almighty has formed. Love with all its purity and innocence stands before me. I request and urge you to love someone intensely, love him or her with all your heart and soul. Let it be free and frank. You will require no help; no guides can be of any assistance.
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