For a long time, there has been no talk of love in friendly assemblies. In our tired and old world, where many beauties have disappeared and many more are disappearing, the healing and revitalizing air of the climate of love has not been inhaled. Love was literally torn from the hearts of people who breathe the cruel air of a wild climate, where noble loves are sacrificed to everyday loves. Even the best friends became more strangers to each other than strangers. Ever since love has fallen from our agenda, we have also been tired of life. With everything. Our eyes that do not look with love, our hands that do not reach out with love, our hearts that do not beat with love are tired.
Ever since love has withdrawn from our lives, it seems as difficult for us to get the days to the evenings as to carry the burden of the world. We cannot get rid of our troubles. We are looking for a phrase that will calm us down. Neither the poems we read, nor the songs that take us back to our pale past again and again express a loveless meaning. We open our eyes to the mornings of a loveless world with fears of unknown origin. We neither smell a flower nor care about the world.
We forgot that the yeast of the universe is kneaded with love. That the sun smiled at us with that love, the rain came down with that love, and the fruits ripened with that love.
We forgot that nests were established with love, that they were patient with affection, and that parents fed and raised their offspring with love. We forgot that love is the common value of all people, rich and poor, big and small, men and women. We forgot that it is love that gives life to our eyes, hands and hearts.
We forgot that love is a life-giving elixir, that people live with love, that they are happy with love, and that they make those around them happy only with love.
We forgot that love is our lifeblood; that we see each other, hear and feel each other with him. And we forgot. what keeps this old world standing still is actually nothing but love.
However, our lofty Lord created us from his love. We were drained from that water that stuck to our yeast, and we were honored to fly with wings out of the love attached to us. We were entangled in the realms of the Lord of the Worlds. We have seen that it was love that keeps our sentence with each other, protects, spares and takes forward. My love, your love, our love, and the true love of Him.
We must remember again that the heart, which is the seat of love, has a precious value thanks to love. The castles with the flag of love waving in front of them were conquered without bloodshed. Those who know how to live in a climate of love can dominate the climates.
Rain and You - Poetry
I liked autumn the most, woman
I waited the most for the autumn
Last spring meant the rain
You are the rain too
Your hair wet in the rain
Your hands wet in the rain
Your eyes wet in the rain
Your smiles wet in the rain
It was the rain that brought you to me
That's why every night of the rainy day
I open my hands to the sky and wait
And my mind is the only preoccupation
As my heart is the only occupation
The owner is your lips.
We must remember that if there is anything that still remains immaculate in our world, where the beauties of ugliness, the goodness of the bad, the wrongs begin to threaten the right from good to the better, and which is now becoming utterly contaminated, it is love. While everything turns yellow and fades, always remains colorful; It is again love that keeps its beauty and charm.
We must remember that in no society in the world there is anything more beautiful and permanent than love. That love will weigh heavier even if weighed with the purest jewels.
We must remember that we need to be intimate enough to connect our lives with it, but live with love and die in love. That we should live in a climate of love.
We must remember that Love is actually not that far away. We must remember that love is in a friendly hand, in a sweet tongue, in the leaves of a daisies and waiting for the innocent spring, in the bowing of a tulip, in the wailing of a nightingale, in the blue of a violet, in a rose branch where the nightingale is placed, on the wing of a dove.
We must remember that whatever we have apart from love is that we actually do not exist, and that our greatest asset on the way to the hereafter is only a sound heart filled with the love of Him and His loved ones.
Come on, are you guys? Let us confine all our forgetfulness against love, all the crimes we have committed in black and white, in a time tunnel, let us respond to the invitations of those who invite us to the countries of heart, to live in a climate of love, and seek immortal love again.
And in a new world, let's freeze history and head it on a white page with a brand new heart:
Love...
Awesome