In the eyes of all lovers, their loved ones are the “most beautiful” and the only beautiful. All beauty belongs to him. No lover can find fault when he loves. It doesn’t call anyway. He gives all the beauties to him if he can. It makes it beautiful. He writes divans for his sake. It even embarrasses the sun, even though it has no rights. According to him, the sun is hidden behind the clouds from the beauty of his lover. Not only the earth, but the ‘whole’ beauties and delusions in the universe are a reflection of the beauty of that beloved. The moon is her face, the sun is her hair. All the songs sing it. Everything reminds you of it. The clouds become rain, crying for his separation. There is nothing that does not mention or remind him of him. Isn’t it love that causes everything, with Mecnun’s hands?
Lovers burn not only themselves, but even cities, for the sake of their loved ones. Be killed for the sake of love, one’s way will be made land; still it is indispensable. You can’t live without it. There is no other beauty. Because love is blind. He just sees it. Their loved ones are such a lover.
Besides, lovers are not wrong either; love is devious. Yours are exaggerated. People love what they love forever. He cannot love otherwise. He spreads the beauty of his beloved at the beginning and end of time, just like that. He makes him eternal and counts eternally, so he loves. And then he even worships him.
Mecnun cannot live without Leyla. It is vulnerable to its delight, perfection, and perhaps a buselik bestowal. She can’t help but love. Beauty is loved for no reason. People are connected with joy. It acquires. He believes him. He gives his heart to him. He cannot survive if he has his heart, as it is said in a song.

“Mary, you are like someone who gives pleasure
But you are really tears. “
What, then, cries. Hours divided into sadness. Time pulls roughly on everything that you connect with your heart. Everything that happens in time, but everything goes away, without looking at your tears. Mirrors loved for the purpose of the sun suddenly break and turn into salt and ice. All aspirations suddenly turn into pains. Giving love then would be the greatest evil that can be done to a person. Or can separation be painful if love does not connect people?
Love is such a feeling. It is a monopoly. * It is not as compassionate as compassion. He is very selfish. Man loves his beloved forever. Without thinking of the end. As if forever. A person who loves is worth a price that can never be reached, just like that. And the lover only sees what he loves. He cannot spread his love elsewhere. It just focuses on one place. That is why the eyes of love are blind. It is the most beautiful and unique asset of all time, dear. There is no partner or any other similar. It is holy and holy. It is far from the records of time. He is always beautiful. There is no before and after that. Times without it have not been lived.
However, how much the beloved is similar to God. Is this why people accidentally leave the letter to God to the lover? But is love’s eye blind because God is one? Is this why the reign of love lasts as long as the metaphor of the lover?
Love is a love that has lost its address.
In order for the emotions to be used in the right place, one should give all love to One, and to the one whose characteristics match the painting depicted by love and love. Only then will the exclusive love not hurt other beauties. And then again, emotions that can fall in love with the eternal and the perfect will not go through the wrong addresses.
If you really don’t want emotions to be traumatized in the wrong addresses, you need to know where to use which emotion. Love paints the unfading Sun; not mirrors that look like sunshades. Whoever finds the sun finds all the mirrors. Those who collect mirrors do not have a sun guarantee.

All mirrors break, but you can’t even touch the Sun.

In short, it does not have the characteristics of Leyla Mecnun’s dream lover, the eternity that binds Mecnun to himself at the level of love. Leyla does not have the stature to be seen through the window of love. And be sure that if Mecnun had reunited with Leyla, Leyla would not be “Leyla” nor Kays “Mecnun.” Because the beloved portrayed by love is different from the lover to whom love is directed.

No lover other than Him is worth the price of love.

That is why one should read the letter; not addresses. It should look for the addresses that the letter depicts. He should not leave letters to the addresses he finds. Otherwise, he will be using his feelings rudely. It cannot deliver the news to your loved one. He watches as his desires turn into pain and his reasons for love dissolve in the arms of time. And it can’t do anything. Therefore, one should love him. To find Him, he must read himself. Otherwise, he will find ‘him’ without reading himself, but he cannot find Him.

• It is not because love is a monopoly and not knowing any other beautiful because the true lover is Vahid and Ehad?