How do you do with the old heart I never see you?
How do you do with the heart that is still in its struggle for the sake of reaching his blessings?
How do you do with a loyal and honesty?
Love ..., I wish I could reveal all the words and think to myself that I had this ..., then a thousand sheets of paper will not be enough for me poured. Lots of love, many who wanted me to express directly in hadapmu later. If you know, I'm bland without the love and care filler to me, if only you know what I feel for you ....
Love is not called selfishness sense,
not the megucap "how?" but "I understand ..."
not "Where you at?" but "I'm here ...."
not "I want you like this ...." but" I love you with what it is you ... "
I am lonely without you here,
hampanya my heart because I know the real you were not there for me,
often you break me ...., but I'm not a quitter ...
I survived, because there is honesty ... to love you ....
the wound was sick of love, but it hurts even worse if I lie to this.
Maybe I could use my white lie, but as long as I can keep the goodness in jujurku, really ... for He is Oft-Respect, I'll walk in here without any force from anyone, and that ututh is the only conscience and a pure heart.
When the wound - the wound has dried up, During that period I was thirsty to miss you, even during the wound was still wet and still concentrated in the pit of my heart ache. Love, I wished I could be with you, keep your heart, accompany you when agitated and restless melandamu, ahh ... love so deeply will you know My love. So that all wounds and was disappointed it will not be able to change it, even if ever you asked for me to do it.
Sorry love, forgive me, because I was too honest with my feelings.
And all, all .... still remain intact in place.
Pain is mixed, there is sorrow, there is disappointment, but there is also a sense of trust between a million accounts, a speck of darkness among cahya horizon.
When smua crashing because nothing - nothing, then I'll try to learn this grief, this pain, and I consider this as a gift "of" Him.
This suffering is a gift and a special honor for me on top and under his authority. The soul will never know the meaning of tough if he just flat felt the journey of his life. Hearts will never understand the pain, if he was always happy, Glory to the Lord of Hosts for all rangakaian this perfect life.
And ...., you made me love the pain I learned a lot when I was languishing in a cliff terhujam sharp rocks. You make me be the one "large" in the sense kesyukuranku on Him. Thank you love, you're making me a soul who patiently for all the waiting and understanding. Any piece of that hope is still hope. Where he could grow from a sense of disappointment, the sense of injury. So let it grow into mature adults in understanding.
Maybe I'll stand on rangakain straw that is always there in front of me when I walk, and no other is the sense of patience when I had to clean it, no other than a sense of sincerity when I feel tired to tidy it up so she would not hurt me. But when the scar is there, nothing else is also feeling defensive and efforts for me to treat it. And no other with a sense of genuine I do it.
So did you love ...
even if there should be tears, then let him become a friend of woe for love ...
if there is pain whack, then let it be a devoted friend in all honesty you stand up ....
Really I'm grateful, because I know you love, even if I never completely possess you, though you got takhanya intact for me ...
Do not ask about the sorrow that you know love,
Do not ask about my pain, if you even feel it ...
I am human, imperfect, and sometimes wrong ...
but think my love has overcome my pain,
sense asihku beat my ego ...
and dear ...., been able to heal the wound - the wound.
Love, when can I touch you?
Where can I find the warmth of your fingers rubbing all peluhku?
Or on the contrary I wiped the sweat on your face ...
And I'll gently caress your shoulders as you struggle with shaky on the road,
so you know how much I care about you ...
Love,
in sujudku on his
Leave my prayers and I begged .....
I hope you continue in his custody when penjagaanku not reach you
I hope you always be loved and cherished him as incapable of love and love beyond where you are today.
I pleaded with Him so that His love is always there for you, when I could no longer love
My tegarkan, all the fragility,
it regardless of all my sadness ...
Your happiness is the prayer and harapku ....
senyumu, becomes a dream - dreams in which I can feel it sincerely only untuku ...
Hopefully it is always good there, although not perfect this way ....
said my last, I hope you clearly legible in the eyes and your heart ...
I understand ...., I'm here, and I love any of you with all kurangmu ...
and let .........,who loves you ....
I hope you hear me, O love ....,
