TO HIM THAT MY LOVE
By Kirana Zahrani Muslimah

This flavor comes sneaking
And somebody but I enjoyed every degupnya
Each vibration was any rhythm
Softly intone about love



Upon arrival successive season
Request embroider a sense of despair
Making love in the niche in the chest
Presenting the threads of love romance

I who Mendambamu thousand words spoken
Mengkhayalmu in a sense trapped
I'm not unlike the pungguk miss month
Which menggapsi sunshine in pouring rain splashing

Love, you have to think of me
Who miss you every night in my silence
There's no need to ask because all my taste
You know, for the one I love the way I