I sit peacefully, the music emanating form the speakers, soothing my nerves. The unending arrays of thoughts in my head stop spinning as Beethoven’s 9th symphony starts to work its magic.
The curtain behind me is blown by you and it veils my face, your hand closes upon my eyes. Surprised, I turn around and smile to see your orchestra at work.
Here you are, belting out some of the most melodious music in the world I had ever heard. Shyly, I look away. But no! You come again and defy all my resistance to have me as your audience. “That’s not all”, you seem to say.
I turn back- to see the most beautiful sight of my life.
Your run away from me, only to show how much you love me.
With those pretty white flowers and dried leaves being showered on me, I indeed feel like the queen of the world.
You rush back. The drums blare, announcing your return. You wrap your arms around me. I smile tears of happiness in my eyes. You smile back- the smile that I treasure the most in the world. The drums blare, echoing my thoughts.
But you seem to ignore them. You seem to ignore everything as you go away again- only to come back and brush against my face, with more flowers and leaves to adorn my hair- and to run away again- leaving me drenched in your shower of love with your scent lingering and a longing heart and a red face.
The curtain behind me is blown by you and it veils my face, your hand closes upon my eyes. Surprised, I turn around and smile to see your orchestra at work.
Here you are, belting out some of the most melodious music in the world I had ever heard. Shyly, I look away. But no! You come again and defy all my resistance to have me as your audience. “That’s not all”, you seem to say.
I turn back- to see the most beautiful sight of my life.
Your run away from me, only to show how much you love me.
With those pretty white flowers and dried leaves being showered on me, I indeed feel like the queen of the world.
You rush back. The drums blare, announcing your return. You wrap your arms around me. I smile tears of happiness in my eyes. You smile back- the smile that I treasure the most in the world. The drums blare, echoing my thoughts.
But you seem to ignore them. You seem to ignore everything as you go away again- only to come back and brush against my face, with more flowers and leaves to adorn my hair- and to run away again- leaving me drenched in your shower of love with your scent lingering and a longing heart and a red face.
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