A violin of a human
making beautiful music
with his words
and it seems just for me
the bow rubs against the tremoring strings
'O those fortunate strings
out echos a melody
that though not somber makes me weep
it enchants
entrances
enhances everything he does
fluid like a dancer
sweeter than honey
softer than silk
and it seems just for me
Please continue playing maestro
virtuoso
able to entice
with just a harmony
pulling me closer
closer
closer
some foreign romance
from this violin of a human
a deep symphony accompanied by
the ringing in my soul
the strings even seem to tremble against him
'O those fortunate strings
out calls a song
made of sighs of deep love
tainted with worldly knowledge
dripping with passion
and it seems just for me.
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