Are you sure You're not a musician?
You've struck a chord within me
A tightening tension
A violin bow with fresh rosin
Drug across a string to sing
A welcoming friction
Note of pure joy

If I didn't know any better
I'd swear You were
A world renowned composer
You've made sweet music of my love  
It's penetrated my body and mind  

You've brought upon me
A kind of symphony
I never imagined I could find
Like it
Your every movement
Is a motion of Your majesty
Each phrase is a graceful melody

What I heard before was loneliness
I listened time and again
Over and over
Until You swept in and changed the key and
Played for me a masterpiece

It sounds great
When You arpeggiate
Your adulation for We
Every interval an integral
Part of Our pleasure
One by one
Each note an ode to Us
Ascending the scales of
Our hearts

We both intertwine
Like a divine hymn sung by angels
In a church built by fond feelings and
Free of devils

We will sing Our song
To the open sky
Letting all who hear know why
We were meant for each other

You are and
Will always be
My
Conductor of comfort