Meeting Again the First Love

How is it feels when you meet again your first love?

Is it hurt…?
Or it just an old memory opens.

I never realize it until it is gone.
I never feel it until I learn to miss something.

Love is cinta…
Who can deny it?

It comes with no sign.
We feel with no desire.

It goes when it meant to be.
We are apart without goodbye.

Now you are standing in front of me.
Strangers to each other.
Eyes reverted.
The heart is beating fast.
The memory is haunting.
Thinking goes to you.

Looking at you by far.
Is the only thing I dare to do.

My wish for you always.
As you wish to be.

Love in Malacca.