Lurus.

In the halls of learning, where knowledge flows, Our love story unfolds, a tale that glows. Amidst the lectures and textbooks' embrace, In the corridors, our hearts find their place. Your laughter, a melody, in the crowded hall, Each stolen glance, a love note, written on the wall. Whispers in the library, where secrets are told, In the dance of our hearts, a love story unfolds. Through the equations and academic strife, Our love becomes the compass, guiding our life. In the quiet of classrooms, where eyes connect, A love so profound, no words can reflect. Late-night study sessions, a clandestine affair, Shared moments of passion, suspended in the air. Our love, like verses in the margins, inscribed, In the school of our hearts, forever subscribed. As we navigate the corridors of education, Our love, a beacon, a bright constellation. In the tapestry of school days, woven fine, Our hearts entwined, a love so divine. So here's to us, in this scholarly rhyme, A love story written ...

In the tapestry of our school days, your presence is the most vibrant thread, weaving through every moment and making the ordinary extraordinary. From stolen glances in the classroom to the electric touch of our fingers as we pass notes, every shared heartbeat creates a melody only our hearts can hear. In the quiet corners of the library, our whispered conversations create a world of our own, a sanctuary where the outside noise fades away, leaving only the symphony of our connection. Your laughter in the hallways is the sweetest melody, and the way your eyes meet mine across the crowded cafeteria sends shivers down my spine. As we navigate the complexities of assignments and exams, I find comfort in the knowledge that you are my partner in this academic journey. Our late-night study sessions turn into stolen moments of shared glances and subtle touches, and in those stolen seconds, time stands still. The classrooms may be filled with lectures, but my focus is always drawn to you—your i...

Beneath the twinkle of New Year's eve, A heart, brave but shy, finds its reprieve. In the echo of laughter, and the countdown's cheer, A poem unfurls, whispered to a man so dear. Oh, gentle star in the midnight sky, In your presence, my spirits soar high. With each passing second, a chance to confess, A New Year's wish, in the heart's address. Through the fireworks' dance and the joyous crowd, I speak in verses, soft and proud. In the realm of possibilities, let our paths align, A hopeful New Year, where your hand fits in mine. May the moments ahead be a story untold, Where sentiments deepen, and emotions unfold. As the calendar turns, let our connection grow, In this New Year's glow, may true feelings show. May our journey together be a cherished grace.   Kami berdiri diatas gedung tertinggi di kota. Menatap langit seperti lukisan abstrak bintang-bintang. Hawa dinginnya malam menusuk tubuh, namun dihadang oleh pelukan dari tangannya. Pelukan begitu hangat dan n...