hri minggu duablas november kmaren staun savana pgi...
Ga krasa, udah staun gw ga lg denger suaranya, ga lg denger critanya, ga lg bisa ngarepin dia dateng nemuin gw, dmanapun gw…
Sampe hri ini ternyata msh ttp brantakan prasaan gw, ttp ga bisa ngidarin mata gw beraer buat skedar inget savana, buat ngucap sbaris doa buat dia dsana…
Gw msh ttp kangen savana, always.
Friday, November 17, 2006
It's O V E R ...
If only the world is fair…
A day when flowers were spread all over the place, when gamelan sang its wedding song, prayers was praise, wishes were made…a vow was taken. To held and hold, in richer or poorer, for better or worse, till deaths do you part.
Another episode of life has begun, a beautiful life with a perfect one to be with, for the rest of your life. To share your wish, hope, dream and time. To have pretty little baby of yours, watch her small fingers cling to your hand. To protect and love, for the rest of your life. Till death do you part.
The glass ball of family you held dear fell and scattered to pieces.
All those love you have, all compromises made, all those times spent together, all those memories, meant nothing anymore. How can you measure all those time spent in each other’s company, how can you bear life without each other, how can you let go a beautiful child of yours… how impossible it is for love to have its limit. Love supposed to grow strong thru all the richer or poorer, love supposed to last in better or worse, love supposed to conquer all and keep everybody together.
Do sit here by my side dear friend, have a cup of coffee as we always do and tell me the story, the untold ones you keep to yourself. Both shoulders I have still yours to cry on, both arms I have still provides the comfort you need, both hands I have will never tired to remind you that you are never alone.
A vow whispered under God’s name has been broken.
Love that was so strong and powerful has found its end.
A day when flowers were spread all over the place, when gamelan sang its wedding song, prayers was praise, wishes were made…a vow was taken. To held and hold, in richer or poorer, for better or worse, till deaths do you part.
Another episode of life has begun, a beautiful life with a perfect one to be with, for the rest of your life. To share your wish, hope, dream and time. To have pretty little baby of yours, watch her small fingers cling to your hand. To protect and love, for the rest of your life. Till death do you part.
The glass ball of family you held dear fell and scattered to pieces.
All those love you have, all compromises made, all those times spent together, all those memories, meant nothing anymore. How can you measure all those time spent in each other’s company, how can you bear life without each other, how can you let go a beautiful child of yours… how impossible it is for love to have its limit. Love supposed to grow strong thru all the richer or poorer, love supposed to last in better or worse, love supposed to conquer all and keep everybody together.
Do sit here by my side dear friend, have a cup of coffee as we always do and tell me the story, the untold ones you keep to yourself. Both shoulders I have still yours to cry on, both arms I have still provides the comfort you need, both hands I have will never tired to remind you that you are never alone.
A vow whispered under God’s name has been broken.
Love that was so strong and powerful has found its end.
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