"Listen To Me"

Love has no language it's only understood by eyes, but not from eyes. From the core of heart it cries. Love is puriest of all forms of feelings, it not only purifies your heart but your soul too. When it touches you without even touching you. When your eyes look defeated the way you realize it is the type of pain you can't fix but then the chambers of your heart busrt themselves out lighting a candle of never ending hope. When you struggle so deeply to understand how someone can pour their entire soul, blood and energy into someone without wanting anything in return. This mystery of love twinkle and then burn like on the scale of seconds every milli seconds. Love is intoxicated which make you to fall in love even more and more. The mystery of love is like a natural disaster you never inderstand what you can even don't understand.