i was reading this book, and i stopped on this poem...
it says in the end:
"Lets fly together,
in two parallel lines..
they never unite..
but they never get seperated too
its love"... Ghada Alsamman
........
two parellel lines .. flying together ..
they are so close to each other..
but they are still TWO lines .. not ONE ..
the man shouldn't expect from the woman to be exactly like him ..
a duplicate copy of what he hates and what he likes ..
she will always have her own personality ..
her own independent identity ..
and she expects him to be himself too ..
but with love ...
they will fly together .. through days and nights ..
living life together ..
loving each other ..
respect .. understand each other ..
and appreciate the fact that even they are different...
they will always be together ..
....
ahhh .. love .. where are you?