I wonder when we claim, write and dream what love is...

We don't know that love is just a fate...

Love is something you feel not see ...

It is hard to describe the sweetness of honey to some one who cannot taste ...

The falcon can never describe  how it flies ...

But if we observe the falcon carefully we may learn how ...

We think ... but we can not see how the brain thinks ...

Simply no one remembers their first cry when they came out of their mother's womb

Love is the first heart beat that sent your life its first heat ...