... love to call you ... pabila follow him despite winding road ... And, merangkummu ... pabila wings pasrahlah and surrender, even though the sword hidden in between the wings was hurt ...
Destroy my bones, but I did
not throw it until I heard the voice of love calling me and see my soul is ready for adventure...Body has a desire that we do not know. They are separated for reasons of temporal and separated at the end of the earth. But the spirit remains in the hands of love ... continue to live ... until death came and dragged them to the Lord ...
Do not cry, my love ... Do not cry and be happy, because we are bound together in love. Only with a beautiful love ... we can withstand the pain of poverty, bitterness of sorrow, and grief of separation
I want to love you with a simple ... like the word did not get the wood to the fire said that makes the ashes ... I want to love you with a simple ... as a gesture that did not get sent to the rain clouds that made no ...
Kahlil Gibran
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