Steven Sim

Words are more treacherous and powerful than we think - Jean-Paul Sartre

Love 9

I heard song one night
Beyond the window glass
A tune of curious delight
Playing among the midnight grass.
The melody was hauntingly sweet,
I wished to sing along,
But I did not know the lyrics,
Of this the angels' song.

The midnight choir narrated,
A simple tale of romance
Such as many times we've heard,
The love of a woman and her man.
In life's circling madness,
We sometimes wished it's true
Simple love, simple happiness
Just simply “I love you”
We sing too many love stories
But we know the “facts of life”
Love old as centuries,
Never simple always strife.

Yet the song I heard that night
Like the old stories of our dream:
“Under the transcient moonlight
He missed her and she missed him”,
Strangely warmed my heart
And put there a gleeful thought
That in the midnight dark,
Such love for once, could be sought.
When then the first light dawned upon the land,
I wished that the night could be prolonged,
So still I could savour the strange romance
Of this the angels' song

 

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