Really Miss U... My Blog De Javu... Not only the past... Now or later... This is just about yearn... To write n share My Expression of heart... Like paint the air... With heart and hand.
Many stories I bring... A place, share n I writing.. With a green sky... As a sound of life... A past, present n future... When hope n pray, I felt... Receiving as I have... Great memories...
Goodbye bro... No more yelling your name... Or caressing your body... At the day n night... You go the way of all flesh ... Just left your name on the grave... With a bad conscience ... In the deepest of heart...
I knew... I have spent many time... To finding a woman like U... Not just the beauty... Or what you have... Not enough words to say... Maybe this is a love... Or just curiousity...
Traveling around... Jump to other places... Not only for something... Or just looking.... Because I feel that... Along the step of my legs... Right to left.... or left to right...
The 25 roses … Only white nor red… As fair art thou, my only love… The rose’s sprung in May… Glowing with a melodies… Sweetly play in harmony… Trough a thousand mile…
Love me… Just simple like make a word… On the white paper… No matter what the color of ink… Black, Red… Blue or anything… It just a bead and wire wrap… Love me… Like sing with your own voice… Bad or good… Receiving as U have…
I am very envious… To the night n day… That can always beside U… My heart is felt burning… When the sun being the first one… To see your smile… In the early morning… Even sometime… I hate the rain… That can touch U… And drenching your eyes….
I am all ears … Everything U want to share… Then you are leaning on my shoulder… I can’t say anything… Immersed in the warmth… Which maybe only for while… Or will become memories… Like a song and dance …
Love is not same with zero… Love is started with it… To being bigger or less… With many ways… Love can’t being a zero… In despite of broken heart… Or falling in love with other… Because… Love is beyond measure … And beyond expression …
U are the special woman… Who deserve to be chosen… So let me try to close with U… Not with a thousand flowers… Or a luxury gifts… I just came in good faith… To take this way… As a man who love U…
In the middle of Sahara… She crying on and on without tears… Shouted without sound… Only the sun… Accompany you… With forty five degrees… Watching and hearing… And there's a question written on the sand… Is the love always need a time ?... But U can’t answer it…
Every woman is beautiful… No matter how the color of skin and eyes… Or wherever they came… Because… They have a special gift from the Lord… Although sometime… They are hard to understand...
I well remember… When we go and catch a falling star… Like a child with an honest mind… I can still felt it… The strange wonders that befell us… Created a magic word… Then we write on the sky… With a beautiful engraved…