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……..So many reasons why our love is through
What makes you think he’ll be good to you
It makes no sense
‘Cause he will never change
Girl you better recognize the game……..

~Toni Braxton~

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

(Pablo Neruda, 1904-1973)

Senja pun jadi kecil

Kota pun jadi putih

Di subway

Aku tak tahu saat pun sampai

Ketika berayun musim

Dari sayap langit yang beku

Ketika burung-burung, di rumput-rumput dingin

Terhenti mempermainkan waktu

Ketika kita berdiri sunyi

Pada dinding biru ini

Menghitung ketidakpastian dan bahagia

Menunggu seluruh usia

Goenawan Mohammad, Senja pun Jadi Kecil Kota pun Jadi Putih, 1966.