Let’s strum a song on the acoustic kiss of your lips,
and I’ll feign mastery of every chord; yet when it comes
to the lyrics, I find myself adrift, missing most of the words.
Let’s chance the spark of romance, with our hearts poised,
eager to sway in a dance.
As your tears start to hit the floor,
pouring your essence into my embrace—I feel love’s warmth
seeping from your very pores. Yet, you remain unfazed,
to not bat an eye- swinging at my heart with the allure
of our candid exchanges, swinging wide like church doors.
From a bell that resonates above my thoughts, the sound
of your name echoes in my mind— a melody played with
the ease of a Sunday morning, harmonies wrapped in sacred notes.
We are the embodiment of the perfect love songs we’ve shared,
living each moment as Tomorrow’s notes.
