Kamis, 14 Mei 2009

Love

why we close our eyes when sleeping?
when we cry?
when we imagine?
because this is the world's most visible out

when we find someone who
keunikannya line with us, join us
with them and fall into a singularity
Similar called love.

There hal2 that we do not want to release,
someone who does not want us to leave,
but let not the end of the world,
but the beginning of a new life,
happiness to those who have tersakiti,
and those who have the search and
that they have tried.
because they can appreciate how
importance of people who have touched the life of
them.

Love actually is when you
menitikan tears and still care terhadapnya,
when he is not memperdulikanmu and
you are still waiting faithfully.

When is the start for other people and
you can still smile and say
"I am happy for you take part"

If you do not meet free yourself,
let your heart kembalike the outdoors again.
you may be aware, that you find
love and loss, but when love is dead
you do not need to die in love with it.

People are not happy that they always
have desires, but they
that still rise when they fall, either
how to travel in life.
you learn more about yourself
and realize that regret is not
should have, cintamu will remain in his heart
as the eternal life on pilihan2
that you have created.

Sincere friend, to understand when you said "I
forget .... "
wait forever when you say "
wait a minute "
stay when you said "I leave
own "
mebuka door even though you have not been up and
not say "Can I go? "
love also is not how you
forget him when he was a mistake,
but how you forgive.

Not how you listen,
but how you understand.
not what you see, but what
you think,
not how you deliver but
how you stand.

Perhaps the time will come where you have to
stop love someone, not because people
stop it but because we love our
realize that more people will be happy iu
when we remove it.

sometimes, people who are most mencintaimu
who never express love
to you, you turn away for fear and
space, and if at any time to go, you will
realize that he is not who you love
realize
Kahlil Gibran
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