Without you, I am a flute with no breath, A guitar with no strings to confess, A piano with keys left unsaid, A song lost in silence, a voice left unread.
Once I got to know you, I felt the spark, Attraction grew, igniting the dark. Like metal drawn to a magnet’s pull, An unseen force, yet strong and full.
How the winds blow - be it gentle or strong - matters Sometimes it feels good and sometimes it shatters Like leaves in autumn, dancing in the breeze, Or a ship adrift, lost upon the seas.