Thursday, April 14, 2011

Instrument of Her Love


Pouring heart and soul into the words I give
Wishing she was here so I could only live
Out of my mind I pull strands of thought
Hoping that my passion isn’t all for naught
What clouds I float in sadly I cannot see
Her wings and halo and beauty like the sea
In time with the rhythm her body sways
Fingers striking the notes and music plays
I would hide myself to hide the tear
For her own windows I wish stay clear
The singing bard would forever recount
No other love could compare in amount

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