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