سَــمْرَاءُ

لَمْ أُجْرِ حَدِيثًا مَعَ قَلْبِي مِنْ قَبْلُ، وَلَكِنَّكَ تُجْرِيهِ دَوْمًا،
          تُجْرِي كَثِيرًا مِنَ الْحَدِيثِ مَعَ قَلْبِي عِنْدَمَا تَنْظُرُ لِي،
          تُجْرِيهِ بِصَخَبٍ عِنْدَمَا تُحَادِثُنِي..
                  بِدَايَــاتٌ خَرِيفِيَّــة٠٩/٢٥

Grief is love turned inside out, the deepest form of love because it witnesses the absence of what it holds dear..

His eyes are woven from tendrils of temptation..

I read your diary, every line
          I wanna drink your words like wine..
                                                              _F.O_

Love weakens a person..
          Love is the pivotal point that reduces the mature to prematurity... and topples domino empires with the flick of a finger..

You know how to love someone, but you don't know how to believe that someone loves you, and that is your tragedy...

Tu as laissé ton nom sur mes lèvres,
          et chaque personne que je croise
          sait que je t’ai aimé...
          
          

Everything appears beautiful when we look at it with love..
          .
          

On my first morning of December, good morning to your beautiful eyes, and then, I love you...
          
          

Once, someone wrote: "A man's memories are scars on the face of fate.
          People are willing to believe anything—except the truth that can be understood and rattles them."
          
          -Love is the favorite sin...