Ur poem brot tears to my eyes... I really miss my guy.
RP
Originally posted by LazerLordz:
[b]What is LOVE?
Love is a warm hug in a cold night,
a gal wishing you good-nite without that formal feeling,
accepting that ripped cd of his punk music although you hate loud
stuff,
not yelling at her even if you wasted your army leave waiting for
her to turn up,
being his angel in a cruel world,
eating with her at NYDC and gobbling up her unfinished baked rice
when she's full,
braving the steaming heat of Paya Lebar with him so that he can
watch planes fly,
listening to her play Dvorak and Chopin on early Sunday
mornings,
noodling her when she bumps into lampposts,
holding his hands when he actually gets scared watching a horror
movie,
patiently explaining the convolulated plot of Basic,
buying three Nokia batts for him when he enlisted,
waiting for her along College Green every Saturday after
book-out,
goin to NUS open house and dreaming about future varsity life
together,
writing poems to her every day in college,
skipping Econs lectures with him to pig out on a porridge
buffet,
laughing at the big fat PIGEON @ Eng Kong Park with her,
letting her wear my Presto sneakers around the library,
asking him to lock the study room and irritate the librarian on
purpose by pretending to do illegal stuff,
preparing debate notes for her and her opposing team,
go for Sunday spins with his speed demon friend,
talk for hours at nite,
argue with him from 2200 to 0400 hrs about Mandarin,
missing her terribly on a cold winter night in a hotel in Narita
Prefecture, Japan,
wishing we were one of the happy couples in Shinjuku,
being her light in the dark,
letting her fly if she'll be better off eventually elsewhere,
being me.
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