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Mar 2018
It was for her I wrote the music.
I created a masterpiece to which only she could hear.
I built her a world in which only she knew how to dance.

I looked her in the eyes and I saw her soul.
It raged like a fire in the dead of night.
I tried to back away but it pulled me in deeper and deeper.
The only sound was the music that I created for her.
There was a build and a swell and in a single moment all stood still.

It only took a single space in time and the world was peace.
She calmed my storms and set at peace the voices in my head.
I stare at her and she became my all in a single breath.

It was for her that I made the music.
And it was for her that I will never stop.
An orchestra of the highest regard.
Just to see her smile at me is why I make the music only for her.
Written by
Ryan Faubert  26/M/Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
(26/M/Ottawa, Ontario, Canada)   
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