I’m this wooden bench amidst the snows of winter,
If I could only talk, let me tell you a great love story.
I had been a silent witness to countless hours of two lovers’
undying love and vows for each other.
While sitting on my bench, they wouldn’t mind people
passing by; always oblivious of life’s going-on,
only caring, dreaming, wholeheartedly loving.
One time, this old guy visited my greying, decaying,
rustic bench. Oh, what a surprise for him,
I still look new, untouched by the clock’s hands passing
Both of us are old now, but I’ll always be fresh,
See how love can veil one’s eyes, seeing things differently?
What a joy for me, witnessing this unbreakable, unbowed love.
Where are these lovers now?
With only one of them sitting on me
Though my heart breaks, let it be, let it be.
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How Could I Ever Forget You?
I hope, in some little ways,
You still think of me
For years, I’ve tried.
Not minding you
But I’ve miserably failed—My Love.
Singing our love songs,
Talking to you in my dreams
These simple joys I won’t stop doing
Yes, Sweetheart, you are truly My Life.
Could I still meet you in my lifetime?
I’ll keep on wishing—and dreaming.
Tomorrow—who knows—
You might come back again
And be in my arms forever
-Willie Jose
