Love is the disease and medicine /// الحب هو الداء والدواء

First ratified ..
That love is the disease and medicine .. is the wound and the conditioner
That when we love .. We strive days are longing .. And the nights fall in search of Khalil heart between the hours of nostalgia
While we love ..
We give a hand, do not wait for the praise ... we praise in awe .. Let us be cruel
The loving soul dies with a word and lives with another ..
And that the qiblah is capable of burning the entire body
The mind, the hour of absence, can only be felt by those we love.
That when we love the features of our faces change .. and our memories and dreams too .. and that tampering with the most accurate details becomes like the sculpture will never disappear .. But that filled with the winds of disappointment and the sand of humiliation changes and stunned to go down we are gone
That love is madness and pain .. and that we will find our madness and sorrows of survival and the courtyard together .. And our hopes without him all will be void.