Music

January 1, 2012
The Marcato of my heart when you are near
The Decrescendo of my protests as your lips cover mine
The Adagio of our pace, knowing we have forever ahead of us
The Pesante of my soul, as I watch you walk away
The Presto of my footsteps as I run to you
The Dolce of the balance of your heart and mine
The joy in being confident that for us, no Fine will come
This, this our song, the music of our love





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IzzyVT said...
Jan. 3, 2012 at 2:50 pm
I love the way you've incorperated musical terms into this poem- it's very unique, and they're woven so perfectly into "Music"...great work!
 
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