I love you so much



I love you so much

I love you as much as you have become, I love you despite what has become

I love you so much that I have loved, despite what has happened
I love you so much, Madhya the hooliganism and the desertion is deserted

I love you a lot, it does not rain in my chest from dark rain
I love you so much, the lands of love are still rainy

I love you so much, your windows open, spring flowers
I love you a lot, I did not sing so that morning could be his bird

I love you so much I park on the side of the trees
I love you so much that winter hardens and birds migrate

I love you a lot of evening visitors in his coat
I love you so much, morning glory looks like you

I love you so much
I love you a lot, but the lover owes his flowers

I love you a lot. We read about the knight on the commando

I love you as much as we hear, nor do we see, nor myth

I love you so much, you play physically, lovers of destiny
I love you so much, what luck always curses his shortcomings

I love you a lot, I have a wind in the sea
I love you so much

I love you so much
I love you so many people do people so excuse me

I love you as much as our poems are tired of repetition
I love you so much, what a poet wished to love his fans

I love you so much, we have witnessed the effects of time
I love you so much, the earth is poor and affordable people

I love you so much Madart have the minds of dreamers ideas
I love you so much, what is good people are mentioned

I love you so much, I am firing tales of firewood
I love you so much, we hear famous love stories

I love you so much the hardships of the prisoner curse the walls
I love you so much that the sea is invaded and invaded by a revolution

I love you a lot, forget you, and I love you a lot
I love you a lot

I love you so much in your eyes of magic and seduction
I love you so much, what is your time?

I love you and time dwells and I love you if my time dar
I love you, city of love, in the middle of the chest

I love you, I turned a poet to your eyes, and poetry fell
He swore what he felt the night before he wrote his feelings

I arranged in my chest while you deserved to be the patron of a house
Prefer the heart of the leaves and thank you hands

I reminded you, and if you like you, you reminded you of the lights
And I gathered all of the longing poems of love strewn

I wore beauty and I said to you, the poem is buttons
Your love and sincerity, leave me a broken soul

I am a beauty lover, and what secrets have hidden in beauty
I do not write I give you and give love to you cycle

I wrote you in the poem verses from your goodness, you are jealous
Love letters a child in the clothes of Eid is pleased

I found you, dala, heavy weight, good and talkative
He says many things to the eyes and proves his presence

Enough if you look and rejoice your hero House and neighbor
Enough if people see in your gaze captive

Your love tempts letters given by honesty from you rain
My writings testify of love and preserve its ages

I love you no matter how far away from me due to predestination
I love you and I love you if my love is delivered to you by birds

I love you despite what has happened .. I love you tricks, no matter how
I love you as long as I am kind, and the lands of love are rainy
True love ..

Not a word uttered by the devotee ..
It is mercy .. kindness .. and feelings .. and a sincere feeling ..
The heart of the devot lives in .. It is not a ritual, as Satan’s worshipers claimed ..
Love is purity and serenity..love healing is not a scourge ..
Love is a youth that never knows the meaning of aging.
Love is an entity that lives and dies like a human being ..
We must water him to salute him and we must heal him to heal him ..
Honest love in the pure heart .. as a flower in the spring ..
The deadly summer does not come to her, nor is it scratched by freezing cold, nor destroyed by the devastating autumn.
A mature mind with true love is not broken.
The heart beating with sincere love, the heart of Shatterless Blade.
Love, dowry, a moon that shines its light on a dark night ... to illuminate our passion ..
It is a sun with golden strings ... sending a warmth to protect us from the cold of longing ...!
Honest love .. is the highest meanings of expression ..!
True love .. does not need paving words or formatting lines without feeling!
The illiterate does not coordinate the lines and does not pave the words .. but .. look when he throws his beloved .. waves crashing .. and a stream of words of love flow with a sense ..
Perhaps he does not know its meaning ... as if his tongue did not utter .. Rather, the heart is whispering, saying I am sincere love ..!