Heart and soul, the symphony orchestra of your
beauty’s chords. I wrote you a note,—
a love letter with a fountain pen;
Ink lines fine tuned, emotions filled in words.
The sounds of trees blowing in a summer wind,
a palm holding onto birds singing morning secrets in
my ears. The ocean tackling tides, of love in waves.
The blue I see; kissing you with joyful tears.
A minor occurrence; in these major keys,
fiddling to find the right one to the lock.
The song of love isn’t the same for all,
_An interlude_—lyrics of love, her and I both sing.
_Ssshh!_
Calm yourself--your anxious feelings,
and hungering eyes. Let the sound of love move
you off your feet. Under stars of ball room lights,
dancing together. I’ll be waiting darling till
you and I meet.
Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 12:43 PM UTC
Heart and soul, the symphony orchestra of your
beauty’s chords. I wrote you a note,—
a love letter with a fountain pen;
Ink lines fine tuned, emotions filled in words.
The sounds of trees blowing in a summer wind,
a palm holding onto birds singing morning secrets in
my ears. The ocean tackling tides, of love in waves.
The blue I see; kissing you with joyful tears.
A minor occurrence; in these major keys,
fiddling to find the right one to the lock.
The song of love isn’t the same for all,
_An interlude_—lyrics of love, her and I both sing.
_Ssshh!_
Calm yourself--your anxious feelings,
and hungering eyes. Let the sound of love move
you off your feet. Under stars of ball room lights,
dancing together. I’ll be waiting darling till
you and I meet.
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