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Literary: Fine

7/23/2015 08:27:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

I love her.
But I don’t think she knows
That I love how our fingers entwine
As gently as they can do so.
To hear a tune, I play on strings
And as if a song,
I wait till my beloved harp sings.

I love her.
But I don’t think I can say how
I will always want to hold her dear,
As cautiously as I can try to.
To hear her thoughts, I keep her in my reach
And as if a song,
I wait till my beloved violin speaks.

I love her.
But I don’t think she’ll see
How I will always love her bossy personality—
As silly as I can possibly be...
To follow her beat, I play the keys
And as if a song,
I wait till my beloved piano has ceased.

I love her.
But I don’t think she’ll believe
How I will care for her as long as she lives—
As dedicated as any love can try…
To be that loud, in my thoughts I scream
And as if an idiot,
I wait.

I love her.
But what would she say?
If I told her that I would need her to stay…

I’d rather not keep her for myself.
She deserves happiness beyond what I can give.
Perhaps the choice is for the best
But something my own soul cannot forgive.

As scared as I can possibly become
To ease myself, I quiet down
And as if a song,
Feelings scared off

“Forget what I said.”

This is the part
Where I wait for the piece to end.