Love 3

Posted on January 23rd, 2007 | Categorized as Main Page, Poetry

What strange thing is this

That warmed my cold cold heart

That made man live and die and kiss

That intoxicate this love-lorn bard

I longed to see the morrow still yet dark

I longed into the future peep

I longed to know you, whom my heart

Dedicates now its every beat

O this peculiar feeling

That bid me now to live

That caused my songs to sing

And the morow you to kiss.

But who are you whom I longed to love?

You, the dark morrow's light

You whom my sanity serve

Whom I love to love, a stranger despite

Anonymous says:
January 25th, 2007 at 6:34 pm

haiz haiz hiaz… i never tot u are those kind of person who can fall in love until like that…..lolx
Anonymous says:
January 31st, 2007 at 11:57 am

Dear Dear Steven,
Why doesth thy poem sound so melancholic,
Why doesth it sound liek the cry of all humans,
Why doesth anyone seek for the truth of love,
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Yeah ok I was trying, but isn't good to know that there is a Love like no other.

Steven Sim