نِزَار

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

"I will love you until life in my veins runs dry,..
          until my heart stops beating and my breath fades away,...
          until I become nothing more than a memory, scattered like dust,
          until my remains are erased and I am wiped from existence,
          I will keep loving you, O delight of my life and soul,
          and I will glorify you until even the glory tires of my devotion... "
          _H.B.J.K_♡

We are not in the same area, nor do we cross the same streets, nor gaze at the same stars and sky, nor do we meet.
           Despite all this sorrow, I still love you...

Hold me and let your pulse flow into my right side...

"What would happen if we shared the night? 
          Your eyes are mine,
          and for you, the poems and the moon..."