One of my sentimental poems is "Who says love?"

One of my sentimental poems is "Who says, love?"

Love or not love
Love goes but;
The words that never come out on the lips,
In the heart of the heart he speaks.

Even if not embraced
But can be kept in check;
In the invisible ring of love,
The wire can be held in the heart.

Without kissing the lips
Sohag can be informed but;
Hand in hand, finger in finger,
The bond of the heart is formed by touch.

Love is like that
Any gross means of expression,
Either he ever needs it.

So what is love?
Without whom you think you are incomplete,
Looking in the mirror is like a reflection of you.

Open your heart
Sacrifice your heart under your feet,
Hold his hand in superstition.

You will know that your favorite
You love him