by XToBeWithYoux
You, my love, are an array of serenades,
each floating gracefully into the next.
Words of passion strung high to a tune
escape from your feather soft lips.
I am still in debt to your lustrous voice.
Your bass thunder to my soprano birdsong
in harmony, like the sun and sky:
Peaceful, yet ever-owing.
There are infinite songs to sing for you,
about every aspect of our entwined souls.
I will still be singing next to your grave,
to finish the honour of singing for you.
Chords thrum from deep inside,
a chorus of angels erupts from your mouth.
Once again, I have been swept away
on your beautiful lyrics.
Submission date : 2008-12-23
Last edit : 2009-03-06
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