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I said, "Oh my beloved, I am in trouble for you, I am troubled."
He said, your troubles will end one day,
I said, be the moon for me, enlighten me.
He said, well, if you're lucky.
I said, learn the custom of loyalty from the merciful ones
He said that beautiful people are rarely loyal.......
You dive into their green eyes, thinking they are the paradise of Firdevs, even if you want to get out, you can't get out, you fall into their blue eyes again, as if you are swimming in endless seas, you can never return to the port you came from, you forget your entire self, you fall into your black eyes as if you were falling into a bottomless pit, no rope will be enough to pull you up anymore. For him, his hair becomes a lasso, his thin waist becomes a handcuff, a shackle, you burn, you become ashes, you melt like a candle, your entire self disappears in His presence.
According to one definition, love is touching, sexuality is the root, eroticism is the stem, and love is the flower. What about fruit? The fruits of love cannot be touched. This is one of the mysteries of love. Eroticism and love are nothing but the double-burning sacred flames of life that give people the power and passion to live.
