Mr Mousa AKA lost my wings's blog: "my own sins, but no regrets"

Love is the highest of human relations
That all ancient cultures have hallowed
All religions have make it unbroken but by death
Some of made it a secret service for monks
To present the holly sacrifices for god
And some of them made it a medicine for miserable
Then so many defining
And so many inflections
It became: love to lover
I love you,,you are lovely
But all of those are roads  lead to same spring
All of them are inflections and defining
For one feeling
Man can feel it once in life
And its sweet memories still touching the dreams
Every night till the day of death
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