May 15, 2017
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Men think of music as the sound of love,
For every tone leaves them with thoughts of bliss.
They look up to the sky and gods above,
And close their eyes and sink in the abyss.
The sound of music chills them to their cores;
The intonation makes their hearts beat fast,
And every chord thickens their fervor more,
And all they want is for the sound to last.
But music’s not the symbol of my love,
I don’t know how, but you do take my breath,
You are my heaven and the gods above,
And I will love you till I reach my death.
The only symbol of my love is you,
And you will always prove that my love its true.

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