QurratulAin's World

Alas, love is not for the weak to endure, nor for the naive to understand.
Some lovers breathe into new life with every arrival and shatter with  every quiet goodbye, only to revive anew each time.
Others break within the same love, again and again; yet rise each time stronger, more deeply in love than before, held together by a love their hearts and souls refuse to let go of, even beyond the boundaries of life.
And a lover, in their truest form, is much like a mother: reborn with each new arrival, striving each day, quietly sacrificing pieces of themselves for the sake of a love they hold most precious.