He told her, your voice is like music and your words are the notes. So tell me a lullaby, my princess, in a soft spoken tone.
So she spoke him a melody and wrote down the piece. His very own masterpiece, he called it, only for him to keep.
For she wrote in sheet music, and sang like a flute. Her words filled with sunshine, as she danced with the moon.
Her love fueled her movements, with her hearts' constant beat. It guided her thoughts, to her lover, you see.
For it was he whom often she thought of, and longed to see. As his sight brought a smile to her face, and settled her hearts pace.
He filled a space in her chest, like no other could. And inspired her words like no other would.
YOU ARE READING
~My Thoughts~
Non-FictionThis is just somewhere I write things. I start thinking and then I start writing. It might be sad, it might be happy, or it it could be infuriating. A little birdy told me to open up a bit. So I will. To you.
