- Salah satu teman di milis yang gue ikutin bikin puisi ini...it's a romantic comedy poem hehe...tapi gue sih senang dan setuju. Scent of a woman kan ngga selalu berarti wangi parfum. Wah...jadi pengen belajar masak nih....:D
One day I was walking in a garden
feeling lost and lonely,
wondering where my appetite had gone
and my soul had vanished.
I didn't know where it began,
but suddently the wind blew softly
and brought the aroma that I never
smelt before.
I kept walking like something
magnetized me to the seventh heaven,
and someone was controlling me
with her remote control..
"What has hypnotized me", I said to myself.
Then I slowed my pace down and
mesmerized for as long as
I could remember........
There were you, standing tall....
holding wok, saucepan, frying pan,
and all the cutlery.
I was smiling at you as
you came closer and whispered
gently to my ear, "let's eat, honey!".
Then our eyes met,
exchanging thousand words
that only us could understand them.
I don't know what my life would be
if I hadn't had met you.
And if someone asks me now
how I could ever make it.
I would say,
"It was the scent of a woman
that brought me this far"
FL