My heart is singing songs of love,
sweet notes rise from within,
a true love’s symphony.
Oh when did it begin,
you touched my heart so gently,
with your tender loving touch,
I felt the song within you,
and I needed it so much.
The gentle drawing now,
of the bow across the string,
and the notes so gently playing,
makes my heart begin to sing.
Symbols now are clashing,
drums begin to beat,
I am swept up with the rhythms,
I now have dancing feet.
Our song becomes a crescendo,
played with passion, and with fire,
echoing within our hearts,
our innermost desire.
I am now an instrument,
you play so perfectly,
together we have created,
loves perfect symphony.
~~Fiddler 10/24/2001
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