His Song

by Pamusart

I wonder if you think of me,
in sweet melodic harmony.
I think of you with love that's true,
with diff'rent shapes and ev'ry hue.

Your rainbow colors haunt my dreams,
but, then I see an eye that gleams
Emotions sent; emotions caught,
You always know when I'm distraught.

You play a nice familiar tune,
a symphony inside our room.
My tragedy has turned to dust,
and, happiness has shed its rust.

I'm glad that you're my private choir.
Your compositions I admire.
You gave me back my self respect;
that's something I did not expect.

You rescued me from my own hand,
and, gave my soul a place to land,
Without you holes would fill my heart,
from swords that tear my hopes apart.

You always gave me all you own,
including songs you sang alone.
Your concerts have consumed my mind,
and helped my psyche to unwind.

It's love that makes your concerts rock,
and, you're the tick but I'm the tock,
Together we will walk through life,
and, watch the minstrel play his fife.

The one who is the first to go,
will make the other one feel low.
If you go first I'll miss your song,
but, I will always sing along.

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2024

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His Song

by Pamusart

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