Love is always patient, although soul on fire, and roasted by pain
Love is often cry, when night falls, when the souls feel tired and helpless
If love as pure as crystal, no distance, no difference, for the souls who embrace each other
The power of love survive from any obstructions, even from the pain of separation
Love has always been a secret to man; sometimes complicated and unresolved
Love is a form of longing for the souls who believe and give his heart to God, the owner of life and immortality
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