My mercy for those whom I made mute with my beauty was that they prostrated themselves with the love of God.🌷🌷

I put the liquor of death on my lips, my love,this is the kiss of love that god gives to ΓΆverse,πŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’ž

this beauty should call your soul to the temple of love to the temple of love,no one but beauty can make our hearts believe,Don’t kneel down and ask for mercy, the darkness of the soul will not be enlightened until love is burned.πŸ’–

If your greatest holiday is to see your beloved, it is necessary to make him beautiful from God.where the heart meets is the gate of heaven,πŸ’žπŸ’ž

God, who created even the rose with thorns, created it with the light of love, it burns from it my dear,Whoever flees from the light of God cannot enter the realm of love.πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

Whoever visits love in her trap, gets trapped, if I am stupid, she is in love questioning.I am the recipient of the antidote every lover seeks,,