كلام في الحب

Love is like rubber held by two people, and when one leaves it... the other suffers.

If you knew how much love passed and died and words became memories and some of them did not die, but my love is not those words, my love is feelings that the soul translates as an expression of your preciousness.

Love is that beautiful feeling that tickles the heart with touches, whispers, happiness, and beautiful things.