Play my heart strings, gently touch the strings to make symphonies of sighs, the music that brings joy and life to my love. Play them softly, touch my heart, light the fires within me.
Strum my heart strings, create the energies of passion, that soar and roar to the high heavens. Glide your touch like a siren to her harp. Tempting the lustless to come alive again.
Break my heart strings, make the sound of my requiem, the sharp sorrow that wails through the ages, that breaks my heart, and flakes away in burnt ashes of passion flames dying.
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