To Himself

That night, November 28, the dark
I thought the frozen dim light copper
Unplug all aware of musings on life
Cold, cold and frozen chest
Longing to slip away and a sharp
I saw him Sekerjap
Mused and silent
My eyes stung
Kususul his face, far behind
Quiet sobbing my heart attack
He has come, be present in front of my eyes
With his face a shade
Beautiful like edelweiss the dewy in the morning
He is like every spotty juhan which about providing life
A smile, a simple sunggingan shine
Save a million meanings and pounding in me
She was beautiful, and never as beautiful as it
He was graceful, when his voice weakened veins
He called me, brother, just as when first
Can he feel?
Getirku smile,
Waiting for his presence,
When a sense of urgency miss waking dream tuk
At September calling for a joke with you
When night becomes our liaison
Did he know, that I missed the face-to-teduhnya?
That I desire to poke his little nose?
A mask of utter separately
How perfect he is for me??