Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Yang mudah vs. Yang susah...

1) Mudah difahami...biarpun panjang berjela-jela

The Day That I Met You ~ By Crystal Hardine
I sit outside at night and stare at the sky with hopes of you loving me,
Not just for a while, but with hopes for eternity.
I stare into those eyes of blue and I can never find the words ,
That can explain, the way that I love you.
You make my heart melt,
The way I’ve never felt.
This love so genuine and true,
Baby I thank god every day, for the day that I met you.
I love the way we laugh as the hours pass us by,
Since you’ve came into my life I’ve never felt so alive.
You’ve entered my heart and you’ve grabbed my soul,
With out you id loose all control.
I love you more than words could explain,
My love for you runs deep in my veins.
I sit outside at night and stare at the sky with hopes of you loving me,
Not just for a while, but with hopes for eternity.
I stare into those eyes of blue and I can never find the words,
That can explain, the way that I love you.
You make my heart melt,
The way I’ve never felt.
This love so genuine and true,
Baby I thank god every day, for the day that I met you.
I love the way you kiss me, I love the way you smell,
I love the way you hold me tight and the way you made my world so bright.
I just cant see a single day without you’re here.
When I sit outside at night, and stare at the sky
I know that you love me.
Not just for a while, because I know its for eternity.
When I sit outside at night, and stare at the sky with hopes of you loving me,
Not just for a while, but with hopes for eternity.
Baby I thank god every day, for the day that I met you.


2) Susah betul nak fahami...biarpun ringkas sahaja

Sonnet VIII ~ By Willian Shakespeare
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lovest thou that which thou receivest not gladly,
Or else receivest with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.'

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