Poems to tell the poor faithed.

Ark

For a long time I thought,

That love songs are composed from

Sweet strums of a guitar and slow, sultry beats of a drum,

from melancholic voices and piano keys

But through these days, I understood

How wrong of me to think of such blasphemy

For I heard love from the creaks of a classroom door

I felt love from the silence that enveloped us

As we enjoy each other's company, doing nothing

I heard love from the beats on your chest

As I lay my head, feeling your warmth through my skin

I felt love from the buzzing sounds your christmas lights make

Even though it was March and summer's in peak

When engines burn, and people plod

My heart sings, and my hand trembles

As my mind seeks for you in the midst of the crowd

But then I'd remember you're by my side, so I smile

Every time I hear keyboards being tapped

It takes me to the time we spent together

Between galaxy walls, under the faintly-lit yellow lights

I heard love from that subtle 'click' when you fold your glasses

From the pattering when you run up the marble stairs

From the thump when you hit me for joking about your hair

All this time, I thought that love songs were composed and produced

But I was wrong, for love songs are born

Born from the melody we create together

Love songs play when I'm with you

But sadly, love songs last longer than lovers do

So as I listen here, you're with someone new

From the crowd, as I'm watching you

Making love songs in the entrance queue