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Angel of Mine


At last, I managed to piece together another song I wrote in 1997 (though there are gaps here and there that I still can't remember [indicated by the XXX]... Believe it or not, I composed this song in a single night to sieze the moment)

After I got to know what I needed to know from the girl (not the one from my first song), I rushed back to my room and locked myself in... Just me and my Yamaha classical guitar that had become my trademark as the wandering traubedour... and a tape recorder...

Slowly but surely, the words flowed from my pen... An irrepressible flood of emotions that I could hardly contain... And then a melody jumped into my head...

I smiled...

I knew I had a winner...

After a few hours I emerged from my room, with a cassette in hand... Holding it like one would hold a newborn... Tenderly... Preciously... Full of hope and expectation...

I passed my baby to a mutual friend with the message

"Please pass it to her"...

A look of understanding and a sense of agreement passed between us... A silent communion of soldiers on a mission...

No need for names... We both knew who the 'her' meant...

This is the song that I wrote, those many years ago...

The song is called:


Angel

Oh my angel
Why must you keep me waiting?
I got a lot of love in store
and a passion that's flaming

I got a heart that's true
That I'm saving all for you
When you said the words
That were too good to be true

Chorus:
You are the angel...
of my life
Someone so beautiful...
and sublime
You are the angel...
of my life

I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings
If what I've done is strange,
Please find it in your heart to...
Rearrange

I'm sorry if I come on strong
But please don't run away,
I'm telling you that I am here...
To stay

Chorus

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Please do not say never
Even then I'd wait forever,
Till my dying breath reaches out...
To you

Chorus

END

So there it is, the second song that I wrote...

And the answer to your question is...


Yes...


I did get the girl :)

Comments

Bargain Books said…
awwwwww....
eh u very jiwang lah cikgu..
hehe but good lah.. not many SNAG left these days... :)

Percicilan
Abdullah said…
Hehehehe...I was trying to figure out who u were...x nampak that cute little name at the bottom... x dpt nak masuk ikut openID eh? I wonder what's wrong...

Btw, wat's a SNAG?
Bargain Books said…
Sensitive New Age Guy
Princess Liyana said…
huhu.'i got a lot of love in store?"..huhu..sounds interesting Sir:)
Abdullah said…
Ahhhh... so that's wat it means...hehehe...thanks CC (my short form for ur extremely long nick)

Princess... I'm a big man... I got a looooooot of love to give ;)
missyizzati said…
i want a SNAG!! haha.. and sir, i know that your actual point is, u got the girl. right? ;p
A t i Q a h said…
so this is one of the 3 girls that u mentioned before aite?
sir, the lyrics memang bleh buat orang cair. wahahaha!
Princess Liyana said…
:)huhu...loooottttt of love ek:)
Abdullah said…
tiqa,
u cair x? ;)

Princess,
a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot of love... ;)
Princess Liyana said…
huhu.amvoiiiii2. a loooooooooooooooooottttttttttttt la sgt. nak ckit leh?haha:p
Abdullah said…
uih..bahaya tu...nnt ada orang marah... hehehehe...
Princess Liyana said…
haha.love untuk student:p
mesti wife u tak marah:). plizz,bagi markah lebih ckit.haha.contohnyela:)
siraydee said…
hahaha SNAG :-D
wish i have en.lobomeister's knack for song-writing

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