Love is Philosophy
We know love brings disgrace—
yet how can we lie and say we don’t adore you?
Love flows like blood in the veins,
Lions don’t give birth to jackals, my dear
Even against foes, we strike face-to-face,
never turn family matters into public tales.
Golden moments from the past—we preserve them,
we don’t wait for echoes to return in vain.
Love demands a heavy price,
the faint of heart don’t dare fall for it.
Those who hold no warmth, no tenderness,
we do not waste our time on them.
Not every Amrita finds her Imroz,
not every bond is carved in trust and stillness.
To find true love—is to find life’s purpose.
Even death feels like beauty in its arms.
If only she knew—
Love is not just emotion. It is philosophy
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