bucuk,kongsilah....

my bucuk,

sayer kol2 die smalam dr pagi

kol 11 pg,then sampai lah kol 2 lbh

sayer tnyer lah die apehal

ta jwab kol sayer,

then die jwab

"ada,kelas.nt msg"

huh....sayer mushkil tol

ta pnah cam ni...

then,ptg,sayer kol lg after sayer balik kelas,

cara die ckap mcam ok jer,,

tp bnyak diam jer

something wrong ker ngan sayer ni??

sayer ad wat bucuk terasa ker?

lama2 kitorang berborak,

then die cakap die sbnarnyer ta shat..

syg,naper lah ta mau kongsi ngan sayer

patut lah die diam jer

sayer da bg bucuk ubat,nt jgn lupe mkan ubat,

sbabkan saye bucuk berjangkit demam

bucuk slalu mcam tuh..

slalu tolong saye ble saye susah

tp ble bucuk susah??

diam jer...

saye pon nak tnjuk syg sayer...

janji kongsi same2 ea?

thanxz for the picture...

u are sooo cuuutteeeeeee,,,,,,

i'll keep it carefully...

credited to:my bucuk.......

I love thee as I love the first
Young violet of the spring;
Or the pale lily, April-nurs'd,
To scented blossoming.
I love thee, as I love the full,
Clear gushings of the song,
Which lonely--sad--and beautiful--
At night-fall floats along,
Pour'd by the bul-bul forth to greet
The hours of rest and dew;
When melody and moonlight meet
To blend their charm, and hue.
I love thee, as the glad bird loves
The freedom of its wing,
On which delightedly it moves
In wildest wandering."

I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;
Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The Realm of You!"

"Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.


When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! 'lest while you're lagging
I may remember him

 


"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."