نه آرامشت را به چشمـﮯ وابسته کن، نه دستت را به گرماے دستـﮯ دلـــــــــخوش…

چشمها بسته میشوند و دستــها مشت میشوند…

و تو مـﮯمانـﮯ و یک دنــــــــیا تــــــــــنهائی…

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself – and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.