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.