When first I heard love’s tune, it softly played,
A song that danced upon the air so sweet,
With notes that wrapped around my heart’s quick beat,
And wove a spell, where joy and sorrow swayed.
Each chord a pulse, a rhythm finely laid,
In harmonies where passion’s fire could meet,
The tender sound that makes our souls complete,
A symphony where dreams and hopes cascade.
But love’s refrain can change with time’s own key,
From gentle strings to tempest’s dark embrace,
A melody that shifts yet still remains.
For even through discord, its song sets free
The heart’s desire, a constant, endless grace,
That echoes on in everlasting strains.
Concetta Pipia
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