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The lover, in the poet's definition, is nothing but a ripe branch full of life, pulsating with the flowers of love that bear the fruits of sweet chastity. The lover finds comfort only in the whispers of the bird that complains about the separation of his beloved, and in the desert expanse he only cares about the morning breeze that carries the scent of the beloved. Consider how wonderful love is when it is adorned with the purity of serenity, and how dazzling it is when it draws from a pure heart a bright light that illuminates existence. Love is the ladder of ascension to the highest, that goal that can only be reached by those whose hearts have preserved the teachings of purity and purity. Love is considered a spirit that flows in the breeze, spreading serenity in virginal passion and courage in the heart of the knight. Love is enough to soften hearts with its passing, instilling in them morals that enrich the soul, and inspiring the heart with qualities that need no definition.