At the airport, I arrived in my country
That night I waited
Love takes time. I got off the plane waving my hand. I greeted him with my wave
He returned my wave
I'm so happy to meet you. At the airport, I met you
I miss you
Cinta I Love You
You ran to hug me
You walked me home
You prepare coffee when I'm tired
Cold night, I gave you gifts,
A photo of my graduation in the land of people.
How many times have we been to the airport
to meet and part.
Cinta is indeed you woman who can be trusted.
The night at the airport is lonely
But you accompany
The airport is the place for departure
and a surprising return.
I wrote this poem on the plane
Passing time on the go.
Don't forget to pray for safety.
Long goodbyes make me miss
You are always on time to pick me up
The night sky is full of shining stars
As you come to pick me up,
up to my house.
Waiting room at the airport
You there
A quiet evening
But your loneliness is cured
by my arrival.
Thank you Cinta who has been in my imagination.

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