Black Velvet Rose: Book of Thorns

your fingertips

trace and caress

the strings of my soul...

 

you play

your tune

upon my weaknesses...

 

with feather like

wisps

i play your muse...

 

you have freed me

playing

your soothing chords...

 

your desires flow

through your bow

echoing through my ears...

 

i am your Si Minor

a lullaby

for your harmonies...

 

i am a reflection

of your stringed sigh

and melody of your tears...

 

this is the beginning

of our sonata

a rhythm in tune to our heart beats...

 

i pray this tempo

never falls into

silence...

 

as my heart chants

your

loving notes...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2012 Black Velvet Rose.