It will be a month, she looks at my heart at night, my heart leaves me sleepless in its paradise.πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

Tell me what is the cure, my heart is caught in beautiful thorny flowers,πŸ’•If your feelings are blind to this beauty, what should the helpless struggles do?

How can heaven be shown to those whose heart is blind and who are blind in their eyes?πŸ’•πŸ’•

If there is no pleasure in the heart, beautiful fairies are only helplessly caught in their dreams.πŸ’•πŸ’•

Love that does not eat the paste of love in bed is a fruitless garden.πŸ’•Our souls don’t touch each other until our bodies touch.πŸ’•πŸ’•O dear immortality wandering in the mortal body, our light hide in the touches,πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«

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