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 © All Rights Reserved