Her voice is music for my soul
And She's my April muse
They way she came into my life
Is a tale too abstruse.

She took my heart in gentle strokes
In a manner unheard, unseen
I thought we'd write a story too
About a monarch and his queen.

The mighty Craftsman up above
But took me by surprise; for
Everything I wished to write
Got vanished in disguise.

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