BROKEN SONNET

Love is like a music, lovers are just like a note. Going along in a rhythm of a song as if they were happy. As if like a book that has lyrics in it. Happy to think it through, those times you love each other and those times you even wondered. Though sometimes you even bothered and confused, just hearing the heartbeat fast. The heart that never been greedy and selfish. We can learn to stand, like the lyrics in a book. Through in writing emotion, every minute you love it too. Sad moments became reality, heart and mind enveloped in hatred.

This time also come when the flow will end. The love will collapse, but it will be restored as whole. God is there, ready to adjust the flow.
And there is the world waving again, in the new stream of life. I hope this song does not end, not like what we had been.