My heart beats to the rhythm of the ballad of the century.
It matches yours, with the resonance of a thousand hearts,
pumping blood ferociously through my body.
Your hands make mine shake,
with the magnitude of the strongest earthquake.
They produce an irresistable melody when you trace my every pattern.
Your eyes belt out a secret bridge,
one that could outwit any prodigy.
It sings of a smoldering inside of you, with the intensity of many suns,
and it sets me on fire.
Your lips whisper sweet, absolute nothings,
but the real lyrics are written in your movement.
I can only listen with my body,
mocking your moves,
trying to keep up.
trying to interpret the meaning.
With the percussion of your heart,
the notes your hands play,
the private verse that echoes from your eyes,
the words your body screams at me..
you create beautiful music.
Music that is nothing less than pure feeling.
I have fallen in love with your talent,
with our harmony and soul..
so sing to me, let's make music.
**play for me my favorite song.