Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Cancer (20 June - 21 July)

hanging, but stammering:
This is the language of love.
A pleasure,
A treasure.
A gift without measure.
This is the beauty of love,
Always a miracle
This is the wonder of love.
More than a year has passed
Since you and I
Parted in grief and tears
Today at last
A letter came
One tiny, narrow sheet.
Tonight I’ve lit my lamp
A hundred times
To read its words of love.
This is love; two souls
That freely meet, and
Have no need
Of proving anything.

-mom, 1975

legen wait for it, dary

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tak payah susun2 ayat,komen je.haha