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I Love You #1

aku kenali dia dari senyuman penuh tarikannya
menawan tapi penuh mesra
mencari titik pemula penuh payah
kerana aku cuma yang biasa-biasa

dia ceria
dia penyayang
dia seindah mata yang memandang

butir bicaranya penuh nasihat
tumpahnya kasih menyinar segala
gerak gerinya penuh tertib
tanpa lelah mendidik anaknya

dia yang mesra
dia yang sentiasa 'ada'
dia mahu menyelami jiwa kotor remaja
dan dia sudi menjernihkannya

dia yang sentiasa berada dekat di hati
tutur kata penuh doa dari hati suci
dia ibu muda penuh dedikasi
mahukan anak-anaknya tak sesat mencari

dia marahkan anak-anaknya kerana kasih
dia didik anak-anaknya kerana sayang
tinggi budinya mencintai Dia
tulus hatinya tak dapat dibayang

dialah yang dekatkan aku dengan cintaNya
dialah yang mendidik aku untuk cemerlang juga pada akhlak dan perilaku
dialah yang teguh berdiri dan berdamping
memberi sokongan pada yang perlu

dia cuma berbicara denganku sekali-sekala
namun detik itulah yang paling bermakna
dia mungkin tak tahu rasa cintaku
tapi biar kerajaan langit tahu agar Dia kirimkan doaku buatnya

dialah guruku
dialah guruku
dialah guruku

dan tak kira berapa kali aku berbicara
cinta ini takkan surut
selama Allah masih beri izin
ingatan ini takkan pernah luput

terima kasih, Noor Saadah Abdullah
for the wise and patient gestures
for the time and constant efforts


she's the lady in pink :)


  • selamat hari lahir tcheer
  • ni bukan tipu punyaaaaa





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