What is love,
If not the melody,
Of our very existence,
Underlined by harmony?
The rhythm of my beating soul,
Pounds percussion on my heart,
Only waiting for the measure,
When the symphony will start.
And in that sweet sensation,
Of a tantalizing band,
I know I cannot sing alone,
And ask you for your hand.
The drums and cymbals clash,
As I wait expectantly,
Will we intertwine in duet,
Or have I gone too far off key?
So as my line crescendos,
Slowing down to one long note,
I try to read your mellifluous face,
And the feelings it emotes.
Yet as my hope begins to fade,
Like the pitch I'm holding out,
I hear your voice picking up the verse,
And our music waltzes about.






- into one fantastic piece. I love the rhythm and rhyme, it connects exactly to the theme and emotion of the poem. Lovely. And the ending made me happy. I mean it. I read it and I just smiled because it's always so wonderful when a poem can do that to you. Great job!!
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