if my love was a song,
if my love was a song,
i'd blow the wind right through your heart
so you'd sing along.

if my love was a flame,
if my love was a flame,
i'd light the stars behind the sun
and burn your name.

if my love was a rain,
i'd soak you through and through;
the drops on you would melt into the summer's dew.

if my love was the sky,
if my love was the sky,
i'd swirl the clouds
into a dream for you and i.

my love is only a dream,
my love isn't real,
so i sing this song to tell you how i feel.

if my love were the stars,
i'd shoot them straight across the galaxy;
a rainbow's end, we'd never see.

si mon amour est une flamme
if my love was a flame,
i'd light the stars behind the sun
and burn your name.

if my love was a rain,
i'd soak you through and through;
the drops on you would melt into the summer's dew,
a summer's dew, summer's dew...

:: Flame - maggi, pierce and e.j.



sweet and simple lyrics. reminds me of even when i'm sleeping by leonardo's bride. i'm a sucker for music and those who can appreciate it or, better still, produce it. by burning me this extremely likeable song, the annoying bbc alvin kiang has fallen into the former category and thus graduated frm my 'Abominables' list to join the ranks of 'the people whom i don't like cos they irritate me'.

human nature is like tt, isn't it. it's hard for us to give pple we already hate a chance, unless they prove themselves useful. ok, maybe tt's just me.

my baby called me today frm 'summer camp'. i love you, darling. i forgot to tell you tt i dreamt of you. not a loveydovey dream (i don't really have these), not a nightmare either (i usually have these); just a slightly catatonic dream in which you were driving a small car. in the front seat was another girl and in the back was me and this annoying guy whom i only recognised in the dream. the girl was silent but the guy was pissing me off and you said something to him. i think you ticked him off; i vaguely remember. then i was at my dad's hse which wasn't the same one as in real life but this was a dream and things are always different in my dreams. pple who had come over to visit (and whose identities i cannot remember now) were leaving the hse and i was left alone. 'bye bye', i smiled and waved then i sat down near the kitchen door. the place looked like a small modern apartment. so i took a walk dwnstairs and the condo was called somethingsomething Hotel (something to do with safari or something maybe, i just don't remember). it was near a beautiful beach. i walked by the shore and the water lapping at my feet looked deep and blue. it seemed like i had stepped into a life-size version of one of those mini mini models they put in a glass case at condo showroms to show you how the real thing will look like. but this was like a hotel. pple were walking in and out with luggage. there was also a buffet spread at the restaurant downstairs. i think i woke up soon after and stoned in bed, ruminating.