Within the layers of love,
the process of self-annihilation is as slow as the Earth's rotation
Forever contemporary, Nothing is involuntary
My dilated eyes, gathering the rays emanating from your eyes,
want to swallow everything
That one moment, like a festival, comes into life
The footsteps whose sound no one heard,
We both became witnesses to that most beautiful
Nothing is personal there
A rhythmic hypnotism flows from heart to heart
The spark of our naked bodies
Like a flower blooming at dawn,
When nature is drenched in dew
From these moments, a dense tree sprouts
The vines of our desires,
Holding each other,
Waiting for spring
Everything happens continuously
Nothing is unnatural
Yes, love is like the sun, radiant, deep, like the ocean, patient, like the earth, dynamic, like the wind, cool, like the moon, containing within its folds the dryness of sand, like an island within the ocean
beyond the intensity of desire and aversion, containing all the secrets of two souls, and blowing them to the shore like waves
Everything is beautiful in love
Frustrations, resentments, yearnings, longings, and desires define meaning
Nothing in love is literal
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
