I believe love is innocence. Love is forgiveness. Love is faith. Love is sympathy. Love is when you look into the eyes of someone, and feel the hurt the other person is feeling inside, without the need to know his story, know what he's been through, where he's been. Love is ecstasy, just in loving.
I find it to be a divine power, too much of it that we can't control it, and it starts to hurt us in the deepest way. Isn't that why Allah owns all powers? Isn't that why Allah owns all love? Because Allah is like no other. Allah feels no hurt.
Unlike us, mere humans.. When Allah loves, He doesn't take back. When He loves, He gives everything to that person He loves, good health, money, a big family, many things a person can be proud of to have and hold, but does this man love Allah back? Does this man put his head down to the floor in submission to Allah? Or in gratitude for everything that he's been given?
Or does this man stick his head up into the clouds, arrogant, and thinks he's self-sufficient? Why are these men blind at heart? Pity them, they have everything..
And, what of those who do love Allah, but have nothing? What about someone rather young and brave, striking out into the world, yet of a first? What if all they have are the things they have lost and the things they are losing? What if, might I say, why is everything missing?
It is true most people take back their love from the ones they have given it to, to someone new. But isn't that bordering on primitive? Isn't that barbaric? How can one live with oneself, promising love and a heart to someone, then taking it back? How can you say you love someone when all things are going right, and when things only begin to go wrong, you say you no longer love?
How can I be a woman to love a man if I don't stand by my promises, my word, the heart that I gave to him? I grew on love, the way I grew up was based on the power of love, of what was given, and what was taken away. I know I have choices, much more than love they say. They say some things are bigger than love. But that's not what I see.
Love is the key to all good things, in my book. Love is compassion. Love is giving with nothing to take. Love is strength when you're feeling weak. Love is the ability to become, when you are merely nothing. Love is the safe place, when you find yourself lost in nowhere.
Love is Allah's strength, a great power wrapped in a small packaging known as the heart, tender, gentle. Love makes people do things beyond what they can do, accomplish things beyond their wildest imaginations. Love is a good thing.
Love is sacrifice. Sometimes, to give up some things we need the most, and let it return to someplace it belongs. Love is letting go. Even the person we love the most. Love is moving on. Love is to start again, even when we don't have the courage to.
Love is the song lonely people sing on cold nights when they have no one to sing to. Love is the feeling of peace in one's heart when he could finally do what he's never had the ability to do. Love is the accomplishment of something grand.
Love sometimes is saying goodbye. Love is walking away from someone you've known for years, someone you've been close to, someone you have sweet memories with, someone who has watched you grow, someone who has fed you when you were hungry, made you smile when you were unhappy, someone who protects you from something you really fear, someone who you don't want to live without. You say goodbye, not because you no longer love him, but because you are letting him return to the One who loves him more.
My love is simple. What I give, I never take back. When I love someone, I never stop loving. I love because I feel like I just do. When my heart speaks, I listen. I don't worry about things I cannot change. Seems this love is beyond me. I had not chosen to love you, bae. But if I had the choice, at the moment I could speak my first words, I would've asked my mother and father to bring me to you, to tell you that I love you. Because I just do. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry for loving you this way, and will I ever learn to stop loving you..
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