THE SWEETEST OF THE SWEETNESS
By Azizah Nurhayati
No one wants to get hurt.
No one wants to live a pain.
Wounded like a wand in a witch hut
used by an old lady called insane.
How is it called love
if it makes you fall off?
Your eyes blind mine
since the first time.
Your voice thrills me
that noise wouldn’t heal me.
Your warmth touches my cold heart;that no devil faces the enemy of dark.
True--this is the sweetest of the sweetness.
For love as a sweet pain, it is.
Foe--will turn to be worthless.
For dove as a clear name, it is.
Love and its beauty; Tough and pretty;And dove as holly spirit will keep it--in the sweetest of the sweetness it would be.
Yes--love is the sweetest of the sweetness
That’s why it called FALL in love--the painful madness