You play the violin like no one I know.
Your hands move ever so swiftly,
Strumming the strings.
Oh what a beautiful symphony,
Identical to how you move the strings of my heart.
I love the way you make art.
A beautiful symphony never fails to impart.
Who knew you could become such a musician,
Even with an object as fragile as glass.
You seem to make even delicacy appear elegant.
And with just one strum,
You have all the power.
To turn my heart into something only you can devour.
Be gentle, for my strings aren't unbreakable.
You are the muse of my singing,
And as you keep on stringing,
I only intend on giving you
My beautifulest melodies.
So come, strum me
Like you strum the violin.
We will make the heavens shake
With all our elegance.
Play me, the way you desire to be heard.
You don't have to say a word,
Because my heart knows.
Won't you suppose?
My heart aches,
For you to vibrate
It's strings with your touch.
