Brother,
can you come back tomorrow?
I very miss you
I very need you to talk
I hope you can scold me
beat me and whatever
I very hope I can wake up
Brother,
please don't leave me =(
in this home
just you willing to talk to me
just you willing to make me laugh
although you sometime will scold me
I know you are bad in temper
but...please...don't leave this home
Brother,
I can't accept that
I very need you to teach my homework
I need you to advice me
I need you to warn me
I need you to fetch me everywhere
Haiz..I know what I'm thinking is useless and hopeless
I just can't stop that sadness
I know you won't read this
So..what to do...
just feel sad...nothing at all
Love Is...
Love is an honesty
About the language of the heart who was revealed
by the strands of the body
About a satiran who exposed knife
Love is sometimes blind,will forget the mind
Doing things that are sometimes absurd
But that's love
Love Is...
Love can turn bitter into sweet, turning dust gold,
cloudy became clear, sick are healed, the prison into
the lake,pain becomes pleasure, and anger into mercy
Love is not teaching us weak, but of power.
Love teaches us not humiliate ourselves,
but breathes bravery.
Love is not discouraging, but uplifting
Love Is...
Love also makes you become a poet
Inscribe her in the heart of the sky
By borrowing the color of the rainbow
To carve hearts content
But Love is a beautiful gift
Grace of the Creator to his people
And let the flavors were languishing in our heart
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