LOVE IS INNOCENT

Love is innocent labor to find our own share from the infinite beauty of gods. Exactly some times we get it without much effort and sometimes we stain oceans and get nothing. Love is not only labor but also fruit, we must turn our eyes upwards and see to the fruits, and I do feel that man reduced to the sorry dimensions of his, becomes dead and yet, every philosopher I met says that self-realization is the greatest love.