iki karepku, hasratku

I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too –
And angels know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

- Lord Byron

Ten thousand flowers in spring,
the moon in autumn,
a cool breeze in summer,
snow in winter.

If your mind isn’t clouded
by unnecessary things,
this is the best season of your life.

I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.

Semalem sebelum bobo, aku dan sayangku ngobrol ngalor ngidul..
Trus aku tanya…
’sayang, menurut kamu cinta itu apa?’
Dengan muka lucunya dia jawab….
‘gak tau…menurut kamu?’
(hahahah sebel gak sih dia bilang cinta sama aku tapi gak tau cinta itu apa…payah…hehehe)
Dia sembari megangin kakiku, elus elus…tapi mukanya bingung mau ngomong cinta itu apa…
Trus aku bilang…
‘kalo cinta itu benih, kan harus di sirami, pupuk supaya tumbuh dengan baik…’
langsung setuju dia, ‘iya setuju-setuju’
Trus aku tanya apa lagi….
‘jadi cinta kita benih pohon apa?’
Hmmm dia mikir lagi…
Aku juga sembari mikir…apa ya…
eh dia bilang…
‘cinta kita kayak tanaman rambat yang sebenernya gak ada gunanya, tapi canti bunganya, trus bisa nutupin tembok yag jelek supaya kelihatan cantik…’
hahhhahahah
aku setuju!!! soalnya aku juga mikir gitu…cinta kita tanaman rambat…yg indah yg berbunga biru muda, nutupin tembok yg bopak karena plesternya hilang, merambati kawat untuk memberi kerindangan, tapi tanaman itu ‘gak berguna’…

so cinta kami itu bagai pohon rambat yg gak berguna, tapi indah heheheheh