Love is not a symphony
to be played and danced along.
Not a musical soliloquy,
and not even, at times, a song.
My heart is not your violin,
to play whenever the mood is right.
There are no symphonies within me;
This silent soul's voice is stoppered tight.
Words are all I have to offer;
No songs beg release tonight.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
Love is not a symphony
to be played and danced along.
Not a musical soliloquy,
and not even, at times, a song.
My heart is not your violin,
to play whenever the mood is right.
There are no symphonies within me;
This silent soul's voice is stoppered tight.
Words are all I have to offer;
No songs beg release tonight.
