the crisp smell of damp rumput follows us as we walk side sejak side under the bright light of the smile that a crescent moon is giving us the raven black of the soft thick curls that frame your ever so soft dark eyes reflects that silver light
you tell me that the night is ours as u take me in your arms and spin me into a graceful dance the wind spirals around us as it plays with are hair as we fly through it
as we come to a stop we fall to the soft earth beneath us and i fell your soft kiss like that of a summer breeze that feels the spirit electrifying and sweet you taste like honey smooth and enticing
Cinta is something that we cannot see, hear, smell, touch atau taste. We can only feel it as best we can. Cinta is infinite. There is no end. It's something that a human cannot decide upon atau change. anda can't make yourself Cinta someone atau make yourself not Cinta someone. If anda feel it, then anda know it. Love is unpredictable. anda don't know when it will hit anda atau when it won't. It'll just happen. It's like finding a five dollar bill on the street: It'll be hard to find, but anda will, in time. You can't wait for love. anda can't strive hard to find it. Just try, but don't put your all in it. Cause...