Everyone's style of love is very strange
Someone longs for love
One simply enjoys the peace of mind
Someone is waiting for the next person moment by moment
It requires a look of grace
No one likes to see. Someone tries to sacrifice his body, mind, money, love.
Someone is comparing love to a madman or Qais
There are two things in love: progress, migration and separation and connection. One gets love without asking for it.
What was lacking?
What was wrong
And then that person either cracks the poor like Qais
Or, like a madman, he seeks coins in the deserts, forgetting the distinction between flowers and thorns.
Some fail
And spend the rest of their lives shedding tears
And even to the grave they may be tormented by a glimpse of the Beloved and there are some such things
Those who do not deviate from love but ask for coins in prayer instead of the beloved
They either find peace or they get impatient or they get bored
Anyway, every pleasure is extremely boring
When a loving person is patient, then he finds love stories, love stories, love poetry, all connected jokes. Wherever you talk about love, he will laugh hollowly.
He will make fun of love even if he doesn't want to. He will shake everyone and ask what is love?
Tell me where is the love
And this is the extreme of pain at which no one dies but he has died while he is alive. There is a feeling in it but he is tired of feeling. The migration of the beloved is not painful. That person only cures his sorrows with laughter
He seems to be happy but the lover of love does not want to get entangled in love by deviating. He is in search of everyone.