Love is a payment that makes our senses fragrant.
If love touches the soul, there is no one stronger than it.
If the eye of love is opened the world is a manifestation for them.
Love is that which listens to the silence.
Because love speaks to his limbs.
Love and fragrance are not hidden.
Love is a life that passes in a moment
And that moment became the achievement of life.
Even if it is the last moment of life.
Love, if not manifested in the light, illuminates the path by becoming the shining of the stars in the darkness.
Love is a gift that enriches both the giver and the taker.
Love is a waterfall that hits the rocks and leaves a sweet sigh of pain.
Love is a river that keeps gurgling between the shores and the soul, and the body dance with its music.
Love is the only 'reward' that falls on the unseen heart.
Love is the name of harmony of thought, which descends only on pure hearts free from every bondage of time and place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic. I quote: Love is that which listens to the silence. All said without uttering anything.5*****