When Amor Plays

Co-written by Tomaz Goh & Angelia Seetoh
When you wear the pledge around your finger,
Memories emerge subtly yet surely through my fuzzy mind.
Overtaking my thoughts in all their beauty
Each memory a fraction from a jigsaw of a thousand tiles

Like butterflies born to the fragrances of spring,
Freeing from the cocoon, leaving the greyness of life behind.

It's not the dust that wets my eyes,
but rather your existence in my very sight.
Not fault or sorrow that keeps them from being dry
But our sweet memories burning in my mind.

Worry not, as the cycle doesn't end here,
After the winter, spring always blossoms.
Grasp and hold on tightly with fear no more,
Now bask in a new warmth enveloping you like a cloud.

The day when Amor hovers above us
in a celebration of trumpets and drums,
Revealing the logic of our love in this mystery of life.
We had carted down a stoney road, but now we find an aurora path,
where an eternal playground awaits the two of us.