Your Song
You played the strings of my heart
Like the master of a guitar
Strumming all the right cords
Telling of a future with every bar.
Writing a song with lyrics of love
Deception the hidden note
A melody compiled of sweetness
If only truth from the words you wrote.
The rhythm when we’re together
Pure harmony with every beat
No break in our dance of love
A bridge leading to intense heat.
If your song remains the same
The strings are bound to break
No longer my heart your instrument
Your music I’ll realize is fake.
Copyright © Marion Smith | Year Posted 2006
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