this is a sonnet for Emme
It's not made of words and don't even rhyme
does not have a beginning or a definite end
not beaten by drums nor strung by violins
it's the sweet sound of her voice
that seems to silent every other noise
it's the beat of my heart
reacting to her touch
like a field of roses rustling in the wind
and the way she smiles in the morning
like the birds that flew across the sunset
and the sudden rush as our eyes met
take me to the highest possible notes
teach me how to play your chords
strum me up pluck my string
this is a song only you can sing
let your love be my metronome
let your melodies lead me home
one fine day we will dance
to a sonnet for Emme
it gets better and better syg.we'll hv tht dance one day. i luv u
ReplyDeleteOne day soon I hope. Luv u too baby
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