



The cycle of time
A world of its own
People are used to living life through its four seasons — spring in bloom, summer in heat, autumn in fall, and winter in stillness. But in love, the seasons follow no rule, no count, no cycle of time. In love, countless seasons are born — Seasons where souls blossom at the spark of a glance, where longing burns like an unrelenting sun, where distances fall away like shy leaves, and where yearning rains down as if the sky knew no language but love.Each season of love is a world of its own, a journey that begins with the eyes and ends in the heart, a canvas painted with emotion, completed only by the presence of the beloved. It is they who give meaning to our days, light to our hours, and pulse to our moments.These are not just seasons. They are gifts from the heavens to the hearts of earth, woven from longing, warmth, and wonder, crowning life with beauty when love blooms like a flower that never fades.
