Love is not so important in our lives that it is mentioned in every book and every story

Dreamer

How beautiful it is to hold hands in books and poems

Spending the full moon midnight with someone

Waiting for someone to come

The desire to hug someone

You will be tired all-day

So someone will be waiting for you

A smile on his face

It will take away the fatigue of your day

How beautiful these things are in thinking, writing, and wishing!

But this journey of age is very scary

Which we want

They get lost along the way

Or its paths diverge

And then behind a promise, a touch, a desire, and a dream, who will be humiliated for the rest of his life?

While

All promises, wishes, dreams, touches, and appointments will remain unfulfilled

In the end

Only society, stomach, and religion will win

and then

Stories of love, unfulfilled desires, and the last moment will turn into such a regret.

And in the case of words, in the spare time of life, the memory of the past constantly hits the window of the brain.

But life goes on

When does someone die from someone's departure?

When does it break down?

But there is only one relation, only one love which remains constant and nothing can change or diverge it

This is the love of the Creator with the creation

The only immortal love in this mortal world.