The art of love is basically the carefree loving heart forgiving without been ask for loving one person completely even her tear and heart wound that he may maker her heart but she loves him purest love slip away a blind man ar the one who seen all in her after all this year he can't risk for her till love slip through his figure she was gone as the healing wound ease.
"Love is just a part of life and the love written about today talks about love between the sexes only. But do young men and women have a monopoly where love is concerned. Arent there different kinds of love that between a mother and her children, between a father and his children, between a bhakt (devotee) and his deity, between a man and his motherland? I chose to write about all these different kinds of love."
When you love (love being action and you the actor) you do not love. When you are love (where there is no actor but action) then only you are in love. Love is not a concept of movement from and to. It is state of whole and complete existence where you are not.
Happy Valentine's Day to those who have found their love, to those who have lost their love and still looking, to those who love but whose love is rejected or not reciprocated, or to those who simply imagine what it is to fall in love and to be loved in return!
The story is very beautiful, never break the heart which but it loves, takes to liking and that old love keeps haunting, forget it not, nor is it forgotten once the heart got ached. Military men, the bravehearts' wards meeting in cantonments and bivouacs, taking to gipsy life and loving irrespective of caste, creed, society and its age-old customs, are bound to shake the foundations. Love is love, alters it not, once you saw with love.
Our generation delimited the definition & horizon of Love in a box that mainly refers to love between a boy & a girl. Love has a broader & profound meaning beyond this box. Surely, the highest state of love is Love of God, a love between creations & the Creator.