I love you...

I love you...the only beautiful word that a person can use...and he prefers a woman in particular...he asks for her by name...and declares his satisfaction with being with her...it is the only word that includes his freedom, his choice, his mood and his personality... He opens his home, his heart, his soul, and his spirit... and he receives another soul, and hosts it... and becomes familiar with it... and is refreshed by it just as he is refreshed by the sun entering his room... and he is present with it with his entire existence... with his body... and his nature... and his emotion... and his mind... and his culture. And he enjoys this complete presence with her... without hatred... without selfishness, without jealousy. A man cannot reach this degree of love until after thirty. In his first love, a man is platonic and shy. In his second love, he is lustful and bold. In his third love, he is compassionate and affectionate. At this stage, he is the best lover and the best husband. From a book on love and life by Mustafa Mahmoud