Memoir for Gadiza

This memoir is the collection of poets, songs, and rhymes, specially presented for Gadiza Fauzi, my beloved and most favorite anchor.

The Fifth of December

Remember, remember, The Fifth of December
A Creature was Born, so beauty and Plot
I can see no reason why she must to forgot...

Remember, Remember, The Fifth of December
When candle lit and all the tart we eat
We can't stand from our seat by the time she read

Remember, Remember, The Fifth of December
For no man can't get what she doesn't let
And sun will set in the eye of a cat

Remember, remember, The Fifth of December
As the mousy smile and finger of no ring
And we wait for a while for a news she sing...

Why should we remember The Fifth of December?
Is it a day of Memories or just line of number?
Why should a birthday be petrified in the glimpse of mind?
Simply because of the girl that will not be mine?

For a girl born in the Fifth of December
Gadiza is his name, should we remember
The almond eyes in the tiny face of laughter
Skin so white like a snow freezes the summer

Gadiza is her name, so childful and warm
Her voice are firm, so soft and calm
Like a breezing wind flowing on realm
And seagulls flies above the rattling palm.

Gadiza, Gadiza, please smile don't shy
Cause you mousy smile made Edain fly
Smile and let your worry away
And today we sang you: "Happy Birthday".

(Andrade: This poem is for Gadiza's Birthday).

Gadiza is my favorite and most beloved anchor. And I think I'm willing to trade the world just for a chance to be near her. However, for this momment, this is all that I can do...

BLACK IS THE COLOR

(Originated from the Song of The Corrs at Home)

Black is the colour of my true loves hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

And I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows

I love the ground whereon she goes

I wish that day would soon come

When she and I can be as one

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep

For satisfied I never sleep

I write him letters just a few short lines

And I suffer death ten thousand times

Black is the colour of my true loves hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

And I love the ground whereon she stands

I love the ground whereon she stands

I love I love I love the ground whereon she stands

(Andrade: This songs is re-written specially to Gadiza)

Was it wrong to present somethings to one we adore most? Yes? Then I'm ready to make the biggest mistake in my life. Till the mountains and hills wears away, and all I can do is just sit here and watch you sing the news from the glass screen.