LOVEBy Iwan Budianto
Like you're a flower gardenBut you remain the prettiest,That is love...
Like you're in the rain RinaiBut you're still so drenching,That is love...
Love it, a form of taste,Everyone has love,Everyone has the right to love ...
Love is not just a story of two people in a co-wife romance,Love is not a hoax sweet endless lies,
If an adult make love,Then between them utter sense,It may be a love, but love is not entirely an expression of the word ...
I saw you dancing in the petals,Miss hearing your voice on the stalk,And membelaimu with prayer in the pistil honey ...
When the liver is too naive reveal love,If the mouth is too naive utter sense,When the eye is too naive looked at the wound,If the ear is too naive to hear the story,And if all this life really is too naive to me putting out into the world ...
Do not look at me from my inability,Do not look at me out of helplessness,
I am neither clever play of flavors, but a sincere love need not diumbar to all,Quite the recesses of your heart and my heart,Restricted bulkhead between the promise that if it were sacred.
But, here we are ...Me and you are trying to love without berumbar taste.Because essentially only we know,Stay in love with the Creator so that our love is not limited taste