Thy image appear in every faces, <br />In every women I knew or not; <br />Can thou perish all the dull traces, <br />And not weep nor sorrow in blood. <br /> <br />All my deny are worthless to try, <br />When simple words are harder to speech; <br />I drown in desire and cry, <br />As if thy image undestined to reach. <br /> <br />I hope, I think, I know <br />Thou are the only thing that I’ve ever wanted; <br />For love we blend each soul in vow, <br />Which adorn my life where bliss enchanted.<br /><br />Instalasi Sastra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-images/
