Nyx Prinxcezsa: MUSLIMAH WEAR

Love is a temporary madness.
It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.
That is just being "INLOVE" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
"LOVE IS THE BEAUTY OF THE SOUL"

-ST.AUGUSTINE

i've been watching your world from afar
i've been trying to be where you are
i've been secretly falling apart unseen
to me,you're strange and you're beautiful
you'd be so perfect with me but
you just can't see
you turn every head but
you don't see me
sometimes the last thing you want comes in first
sometimes the first thing you want never comes but
i know that waiting is all you can do
sometimes i'll put a spell on you
you'll fall asleep when i put a spell on you
and when i wake you
i'll be the first thing you see
and you'll realize that you love me

-STRANGE&BEAUTIFUL

Nyx Prinxcezsa

MUSLIMAH WEAR

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