You are gentle.
The whisper of a breeze
During a summer's eve.
The slightest tremor
Of a broken melody.
Yet you still play the violin.
Softly.
Gently.
The strings moving along
To your song.
This is your love laid bare,
And you hope it is enough
To show her you care,
Loud enough to hear,
Close enough to feel,
Because the strings are your lifeline,
And the music is your heartbeat.
And oh yes, it is enough for her.
Because there is nothing louder,
Nothing closer,
Than the soft & gentle song
Of a lover.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
You are gentle.
The whisper of a breeze
During a summer's eve.
The slightest tremor
Of a broken melody.
Yet you still play the violin.
Softly.
Gently.
The strings moving along
To your song.
This is your love laid bare,
And you hope it is enough
To show her you care,
Loud enough to hear,
Close enough to feel,
Because the strings are your lifeline,
And the music is your heartbeat.
And oh yes, it is enough for her.
Because there is nothing louder,
Nothing closer,
Than the soft & gentle song
Of a lover.
— A prompt I wrote last May, inspired by Yoon Ji Hoo from Boys Over Flowers.
