TASTE SO LOVE grow
By Muhammad Haidar

I swing my hands towards the front of my face.
I dedicate my respect and gratitude to you.


Mu touch my soul with my Bathin.
There seemed to be born yet seen in my Bathin.

I was embarrassed when I dared to hold you without any sense of my love on you.
but Guess this will grow if I always hug when his time of silence.

And this love grew out of a Sense.