I understand the love in the eyes of my beloved. It is a feeling that can only be sensed by soul. Do not stain it by touch; or belittle it as a relation.
[1] It cannot be expressed with words or sounds. It is a silence that tells and can be heard. It has never stopped or has ever been put off. It is like a trace of light illuminating for centauries.
[2] There is smile in eyes and brightness beneath eyelids. The lips do not tell; yet, on the trembling lips, many silent stories wait to be told.
I understand the love in the eyes of my beloved. It is a feeling that can only be sensed by soul. Do not stain it by touch; or belittle it as a relation.
[1] It cannot be expressed with words or sounds. It is a silence that tells and can be heard. It has never stopped or has ever been put off. It is like a trace of light illuminating for centauries.
[2] There is smile in eyes and brightness beneath eyelids. The lips do not tell; yet, on the trembling lips, many silent stories wait to be told.
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