Asaloumou. allaykoum .cest cheikh .je suis sincere .honette .aussi je respect 5 priere de la journey.
You are not sane.. Nor am I sane as you are.. So forgive and come in the night of your silence. Longings blossom in my chest.. Leaves in the foothills of my imagination. Tears of sorrow and my lips are confused. A thousand questions come.. In the glow of the suburban rent, Like a butterfly hovering over my lamp and your voice.. Like the light that shakes me and knocks on my door.. Awakening my joys. Longings travel between my sides. A whisper lights up the night of my wake. .. And my wailing, so if I sleep, my writers cry for you, and the eyes of the night complain about you.. My wounds became addicted to the depth of sadness in your eyes, and I collected my destinies on your palms. Where is the way to your arms, and how can I rest in your hands for a moment? My ego envelops me.. Nostalgia for you dissuades me. Nothing extinguishes the fire of your love in my blood except the sparks of fire in your lips. Your love was in the mists of my time as a solid.. My certainty is the wrath of sorrows and illuminates my veins.. Your glory is in my blood. And in my heart, my enemies provoke my steadfastness, and the misfortunes of the world shake my being and me On my path with your soul I am guided Neither poverty defeats me nor deprives me What is love but our love and our humiliation What is sadness but our sorrow and our grief So when we meet... the world dances for us And the bird sings when it sees us And we dissolve in the whisper of conversation and its lamentation And the universe hears... submissive... our refuge And the full moon engulfs us with its overflowing light And the waves roar around us in joy If we part, deep sadness drowns and groans from excessive sorrow.. Our hearts, O love of my days, are thirsty. So do your lips have roses, or is there a way for you? Do not leave me in the fog, like a feather with which the winds tend, as it tends to the waves, playing with me while you are far from me. .. And the wind has a wailing of doubt that burns me and flows in my blood
Spreading the spirit of love and love, planting its seeds, spreading love and peace, learning from the sources of people of culture, and navigating the seas of knowledge. Our culture is not relationships, meeting, embracing, and fulfilling unbridled lust. Every human being has the right to live in complete freedom, and how life pleases him.
Oh, the rising of the luminous moon
Oh the height of the supportive branch
Oh, the paradise of eternity
You left my heart in flames
O one who turns away from walking
Similar and analogous
Oh my captor in his love
Is there a release for the prisoner?
He led me with lashing resolve
What apathy you have in your mind
One day you will be with me
I am pleased with it
And I say oh the day of the meeting
You lived from a short day
Its stature can be called (gentle) and its rank is in Hassan, Hon
Maali and her waist represent the role of femininity and the official spokesperson on behalf of Al-Jamali
And her hair in the back is praying in a lace that I occupy with my hands, and he does not care
Her pigmentation.. her make-up.. the shadow drawing, the color of the lips that increases my burning
The story of Qana, how many events of endurance a lover needs to hit the ideal
A million people, I am one of them, and if one person loves you, it is me, and if no one loves you, know that I died. I love you, sweeter than all human beings, my soul mate, and closer than my heartbeat and blood. Your image is engraved between my eyelids, and it is the light of my eyes. Love does not master thinking, and the most dangerous thing is that it has no memory. If love were written words, my pens would end, but love gives souls, so is my soul enough for you? I thought I would give you my life, and I discovered that it is yours. Love is torment in the hearts of young men, love is a plant in the hearts of girls, love is a legend in broken hearts, love is a necessary evil. My love, in my heart there are sensations and feelings that turmoil whenever I see you, as if I want to disappear from this world, and merge into your soul, because my soul is yearning for you, fond of you, so that I cannot dispense with you, so be kind to me, in your hands is my happiness. Here are the lines of love letters from the blood of the heart. Love is unbearable hell. . Life without love is unbearable bliss. Love is a living experience that only those who live it can suffer. Love knows no law. True love is loving the only person who can make you miserable. Neglect kills love, forgetfulness bury him. When my soul stops loving your soul, my pen will stop loving letters and kissing paper. The eyes have a language that only the lovers can understand. Silence reigns in it
hi my name is sarah
well your profile says your interested in marriage i am also looking for it. as well
