There is no Energy more powerful than love. Love_Garden creates miracles, heals all wounds, and purifies all lower energies.
You cannot give love away, for the more you give me love█ ▄ █ ▄ O lovers
Love will lay a carpet of treasures under your feet. Musicians
Love will fill your drums with gold. Thirsty ones
Love will turn your scorched desert into a meadow of paradise. Forsaken ones
Love will open the doors to the King's palace. Alchemists
Love's alchemy will reshape gallows into altars. Sinners
Love will change your
apathy to faith. Kings of the world
in love's hands you will melt like a candle. To the parched lips of those who are willing to surrender
Love will bring the wine
that changes darkness into vision,
cruelty into compassion and dust into precious incense. Those who think the heart is only in the chest
take two or three steps and are content. The rosary, the prayer rug and repentance
are paths that they mistake for the destination.
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Description of Love_Garden
If Your heart chills as if your head had touched the skies or as if you felt to an elevator well...
You take off and perch from that gloom to this happiness a with rush of a butterfly whose life is squeezed in hours...
You look forward the next emotion everytime you perch...
The minute hands that become a propeller when you are with her, are nailed where they are without her as treacherous as a scorpion (hour hand) ...
You brim over in the classroom, office, roads, bed; your face become as red as a fragrant slice of bread or turn sour ashamed or grin in rogue without you notice it when her name is mentioned and she stands on everywhere you stand, looks at you from everplace you look at, smiles as you cheer up and cries as you become sad...
The most beatiful place on earth is where she lives, the most beatiful fragrance is the sweat on her body, most irresistable feeling is the grief in her eyes...
Life is beatiful with her and ordinary in her absence...
Apples are pink, bricks are pink, the skies, the earth and her face are pink; winters are spring, summers are spring and autumns are spring...
Every poem is about her...
She is the hero of every movie...
Every novel tells her and every flower blooms her...
A moment of seperation feels like a lifetime and if longing hitches the roots of your hair and hurts your brain; You lose your apetite, your apetite whets, your apetite is puzzled and you find an irresistable taste even in the pain of missing
You live with your phone in your hand, you dial her with your index finger, and you are sure that it is her who knocks the door when you fall on evil days
You jump on every phone in a contionus state of drunkenness by hoping that she is calling, you ascribe every cloth on the shopwindows to her; and you sigh by saying "if only she was telling" when you listen to someone...
Her fragrance is not wiped from you█ ▄ █ ▄
