Mish Muhimni Shay

The heart is told to wait, because love was never its property. Those who try to own it do not enjoy it. Once love is over, nothing matters and everything gets easy to bear. The heart is tired from longing, the eyes fight over a weary soul, and the sun looks like a night saying goodbye with grace. Time teaches patience. Love dies politely, and those who are harsh together will not forgive each other. If love truly had no conditions, every lover would deserve the same tenderness. The closing advice to the heart is to be patient, because everything is fate.