When I uttered a symphony.
A dulcet and harmonious symphony
That floated gracefully towards the ears of my sacrosanct image.
She was enraptured,
As if experiencing a newly-awakened nirvana;
Moved to tears by the silvery, sweet-sounding hymn.
She danced.
As if guided platforms were placed precariously upon her feet,
Leading her closer to me.
When we touched,
I felt her heartbeat in conjunction with mine.
The closeness was blissful,
And romantic visions began to drift across my eyes in elaborate, microscopic images.
No longer two individualized pieces,
But one Divine Entity.
Our consciousness now tied together by the umbilical cord of a consecrated love;
Conjoining our existence.
Me and Sweet poetry,
Professing our love through the twilight serenade we vocalize in musical modulations and melodies.
Spoken words that proclaim intricate fascinations and living dreams that continue to breathe within my inviolable paramour.
Two voices articulated in the same breath.
Im left breathless from the freshness of the inherent beauty evident in her ethereal voice.
We stare into each others eyes until we blush this bright, rosy red.
The color of passion.
The color of love
I see both in her eyes as we confide in each other,
Like lovers laughing in recollection,
Restless in the rush of excitement;
Finally finding the one they were looking for.
Just as I found you, my sweet poetry.
In the ever-present shade.
Through the twilight serenade.
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