What is this that we called Love?
For centuries held so up above
Roses so pretty even cannot imply
this thing so beautiful it makes us fly
It is said that life cannot last,
Without it even beauty will cast
What is this beautiful thing
that makes birds sing
and dews emerging in the morning?
I turn my face to the sky
and sees a friendship tie
turns into a love that might not die
A beautiful thing between you and I
that is felt deep down our spine
may uphold the truth about the Divine
Jakarta, May 1, 2011
Inspired by DnA
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