Love..

Love, the longevity of the lover is like fine embroidery, every moment of your
life fills the soul, leaves no space, every side of the imaginary, away from the
heart keeps his heart alive, does not allow the rot … Dreams of life, existence
becomes the reason for life, love is not near the soul to keep him alive, even if
you do not see him every day patiently to wait for the arrival of each day burn
burnt..If you have already dropped once you're in love again and again to
the fire of fire..When the universe to gather the power to extinguish the fire, it
is sparked, flames, cooked, he falls in love with the fire … He has known this
from the very beginning that it will be ash when it falls on the fire. The person
who does not pass through that circle cannot see fire and ash.

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