The golden tremor that your
Prepossessing smile imbues
Strikes a chord in my veins,
Delivering a robust vibration
Throughout my body as if I
Were being played like a viola.
The exuberance renders a
Gentle melody from within
The chambers of my heart,
Amplified by the alluring
Flutter of your eyelashes and
Your mellifluous laughter.
Conducted by love’s affluent stroke,
The starstruck symphony within me
Plays on in diligent unity,
Basking in the shadow of your beauty,
Hoping that its tender song
Might delight your pristine ears.
“Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings,
and making music with them.”
-Dennis Gabor
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