Chaos
The buzz of constant sound
Heavy percussion beating, beating
My heart that longs for you
The music of my love grows;
Crescendos, at the mere grace of you
Every chord is consonant, never dissonant
As is the good character of your person
Love, like music, is never perfect
It's full of too many sharps and flats
Accidentals. Accidents. Mistakes.
But sound pleasant to the unknowing ear
These mistakes are what make us unique
Different from anything composed before it
For isn't that what love truly is?
A perfect melody only we can share
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
Chaos
The buzz of constant sound
Heavy percussion beating, beating
My heart that longs for you
The music of my love grows;
Crescendos, at the mere grace of you
Every chord is consonant, never dissonant
As is the good character of your person
Love, like music, is never perfect
It's full of too many sharps and flats
Accidentals. Accidents. Mistakes.
But sound pleasant to the unknowing ear
These mistakes are what make us unique
Different from anything composed before it
For isn't that what love truly is?
A perfect melody only we can share
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