Puisi Cinta English 8

Even though we fight a lot, I love you. We fight, I think, because the stakes are high. I sometimes get so mad I cannot stand you, But underneath my anger I could cry. I have an uncontrolled need to control you, To be your only destiny and guide. I know it isnít fair to try to mold you, But my poor loveís entangled in my pride. Ah, love! Please love me even in my fury, Which rises like a tide beneath the moon. I plead before my only judge and jury: I want to change, but know change wonít come soon. Love finds it hard to let the loved one be The person who is loved so passionately.

Puisi Cinta English 7

Each truth is just a scrim across the darkness. We cannot see what most weíd like to know. We drive among sheer cliffs in pale moonlight Unsure of where we are or where to go. When we allow our heads to make our choices, We lose because of what we cannot see. When we give way and let desire take us, We lose because we want what cannot be. We inch along the dream-lit rocky ridges Knowing always, always we must lose. The end for all is darkness everlasting, And so it matters less which road we choose. What matters is the beauty of sheer being; The gifts we have and those we will become; The ecstasy of loving so completely That we ourselves are more than minds can plumb. Love well and know that love must end in pain. Be a fool and pay the unmarked price. Be generous of self, and passion gain: One who never loses, loses twice.

Puisi Cinta English 6

Dreams do come true, but only when They make it through despair, Limping into everyday Transformed beyond repair. No dream would be a dream if it Could pass for something real, Nor would we sail for paradise Would it its shoals conceal. So it is with love: the dream Long longed for, now possessed, Must be a dream no longer, but An emperor undressed. Stark naked it must come to us In unaccustomed shame, And we must take it in our arms And love it all the same. And we must love love as it is That dreams might still come true, Mangled into miracles To make our lives anew.

Puisi Cinta English 6

Dreams do come true, but only when They make it through despair, Limping into everyday Transformed beyond repair. No dream would be a dream if it Could pass for something real, Nor would we sail for paradise Would it its shoals conceal. So it is with love: the dream Long longed for, now possessed, Must be a dream no longer, but An emperor undressed. Stark naked it must come to us In unaccustomed shame, And we must take it in our arms And love it all the same. And we must love love as it is That dreams might still come true, Mangled into miracles To make our lives anew.

Puisi Cinta English 5

Why, when I dare so much as laugh At some guyís jokes, you go ballistic, Nasty, borderline sadistic, As if somebody touched your stuff? And yet when I hook on to you, You will not let yourself be mine, Take out your fears and draw a line Between what you and I can do? But freedom must be mutual, And it takes two for one embrace. You canít both love and freedom chase, Unless you would adore a fool.

Puisi cinta English 4

Do you want me? Whatís the matter? Youíre afraid some door will close? You want the scent without the rose? The moans of love without the chatter? You think our love might be a tomb, The only exit through my pain? Youíd rather put things off again To give your fantasies some room? You think: sheís great, but in a while I might get bored? Or something better, Filling out a tighter sweater, Might flash me a quick come-on smile? You donít want to be tied just yet To just one future, just one kiss? You think about all you might miss And hold out for a better bet? Well, fine! But then why do you haunt Me like a jackal night and day? Why, when my interest seems to stray, Are you so sure of what you want?

Puisi Cinta English 3

Do not love me yet, for I Am still a slender moon, A scimitar about the heart Too sharp to touch too soon. Before Iím touched I need to grow More full in golden light; I need to smile upon my earth And rule some patch of night. I need to know what roads and fields Lie in my domain And dull my brand new ecstasies With sophomoric pain. I need the love of some blank boy As cold and dark as me, That we might grope in ignorance And fear of what might be. And then, when Iím a silver bowl And know what I can hold, Then, then, perhaps, we could try love If you are not too old