Two of my loves in my life,
aren't really that different,
shall I compare

As I walk down the street,
I see something tender,
I see something sweet,
at the same time I hear a melody,
one that more than greets

Both are full of life,
and full of grace,
same to the soft notes,
to the beautiful face

But grace not always comes from the notes,
not always comes from the girl
as one step in front of me,
with her snarl so fierce,
a cord strikes,
on that could pierce,
then I see black,
one looking lone and fear,
as a minor passes my ear

See, not always is there such a musical glee,
there are many different emotions to hear and see.