Love Comes Without Permission Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

Life is simple, as simple as I love you
Life is relative, relative I know you
Life is sometimes universal, universal God gives all of His love to every creature He wants
Life that exists Love is God who owns, creatures can only continue their nature by nurturing it with a bandage of affection

When I feel love in the deepest recesses of this heart
It's as simple as those feeling flows
Like the guitar maestro strumming the strings with a graceful melody which, although it looks difficult, it is easy for him because of habit
Love is also present because of habit, even though in my work room which is deaf with Conscience's work, but it is always present without permission

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