Maybe I wish to rise in love, not fall in it. I know love can be as deadly as thorns, pricking you from the inside out, yet it can also hold your soul gently. While climbing the ladder of love, it’s the moments that decide. Sometimes, it’s magic; other times, it’s a curse. Entangled by faith, I hope you choose a soul as gentle as you are— a soul that lifts you, a soul that is kind to you. Deprived souls are scary, souls that don’t understand your love, souls that feel your love is too much. And in the end, they deprive you into believing in nothing. So rise in love; don’t fall in it. @meghashindei Copyrights