To you, my love, in similar fashion,
I am at a loss for beautiful and enchanting words;
Hues which wafers around me seems discoloured;
Music that swifts my ears seem blundered;
Its rhythm swayed and its course shambled.
To you, my love, in the truest passion,
I have only this real feeling of wanting you
To want me until eternity.
Because it all started with an “I want you”, did not it?
by Ahmad Zahirudin
13 June 2009
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4 comments:
uhhh Ayah.... At last!!! A poem for me. Nampak gayanya kena selalu naik hantu la ek.... hehehehe
Saya tak cantik utk awak lukis. Saya tak menarik untuk menjadi inspirasi puisi2 awak. Even for Lagenda Aurellia... Ughhh.... I should have let her "slam" the door instead of me.
Somehow saya sangat tahu yg saya memang tak patut bertandang ke sini. Big mistake. Sakit sangat.... Untuk orang yg sangat susah untuk cemburu seperti saya.
Wahai Mama... inspirasi hidup saya hanya 3 - awak, alilo dan aqili.
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