He seems that the love slides for among our hands, lost. There are grandiose manifestations demand her that we seek the love.
Countless crowds leave in her Graal, but in vain. Nobody knows where he stops, where it is. And all got tired, they of finding. And it appeared the murmur that the love after all is a chimera.
In her attempt if they remind, a passionate king ordered to build Taj Mahal to her lover, so that the love there if he kept, he reminded. An eternal temple to the eternal love.
It is like this the love didn't get lost, he lives, it relives in the hope that it doesn't perish.
And however, the love walks thereabout very distracted, fake, outraged, hated.
That Allah always illuminates your glance, your heart and your soul. That Allah gives you a thousand years of happiness.
The love is found, it shines as the seed of the Universe that in the display the road to arrive until him.
Allah is the love. Owner Allah and you will love the love.
Happy birthday
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