Once I was struck by cupid in a musical way.
He played the piano, capturing my very soul.
Calling to me with his ebony and ivory keys.
His eyes held mine, speaking without words.
Destiny had brought me the gift of love.
Gift wrapped in long lasting happiness.
The bow sparkling with true affection.
The heavens granted me my true love.
Each note wrapped itself around me.
Ember growing between us with each beat.
He stroked the keys as he would a woman.
Causing my temperature to raise.
Drawn to him like a moth to flame.
The melody pulled me, was inside me.
Left me wanting nothing between us.
Longing to create two-part harmony.
Author notes
Option 5 Passion
A contest entry
- Adult Valentine Memoirs for Fantasy World Group & AP by ennovy.
950 points, ended February 3, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Very lyrical, I saw an image of love on a piano top. Your words enthralled me, and I especially loved the last line.
Thanks so much for entering our contest.
Brazos -
musically, lovely and played to perfection
Good luck sweetie
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Oh honey...
love getting stroked, oops, u said the keys
loved this entry. Good luck,
theLady♥
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Well I get the message of love, passion as I read and the metaphors used are just dynamic..Thank you for entering our contest..............
Novy
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"He stroked the keys as he would a woman." Luv this line and the very line line in the last stanza. Thought you did a good job with this. Good luck.
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