Love Is a Divine Gift

A breath of wind was blowing in that spectacular Friday morning smoothly fondling my glassy eyes; it was so delicate that reminded me that I wanted to write something. I was so immersed in my thoughts that for a moment I totally forgot what I was there for. I was there-in that heavenly garden with a stunning view of colorful roses that smiled at my state of desperation-to pick up the pen and write something. But that pure and restless thought of the divine gift God has granted us, prevented me from thinking about anything else.

Love is the holiest, the most sophisticated and the most pleasant emotion man has ever been trapped in; the predator that hunts its victims by capturing their hearts; the cold-blooded killer that does not leave the slightest chance for its victims to escape from the trap it has laid for them; the motherly and affectionate nurse that nurses its patients by telling them to be patient and wait for their doctor who will cure their pains and wounds; the thief that steals one's heart and makes him fall. It makes him fall in love. The kind of fall no one can survive. It's like a waterfall that never stops running. The guilty love that becomes fresh again whenever one catches the eye of his beloved; the noble and lovely creature that finally captured me in the war between heart and wisdom, and it will capture everybody; no one can escape.

So now my heart is not mine anymore, but it's hers. The one that I will love till I breathe. The angel who lightened my life by her captivating smile and mesmerizing eyes.

The Persian poet quotes:

"ز دست دیده و دل هر دو فریاد که هرچه دیده بیند دل کند یاد"


P.S: The author is not in love and does not hope to fall in love in the future. This piece of writing is just an exercise for the author to see if he can write romantic pieces or not.