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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The sweet melody of a piano plays in the background of a gentle rain As eyes of love long for her beauty and leave butterflies of pain The innocence of a heart lays so soft under feelings so shy A wish for simplicity is answered by a question of hope, why not try? Insecurity learned from painful experience stick sharp in the side It's easier to dance alone and push these nagging feelings aside But love is stronger than any mountain, for that matter, any man So the Pied Piper of the heart leads the mice of the mind to plan Words spoken like the bittersweet tune of a lonely violin Perfume the air around her in hopes her ears will let them in And the need grows stronger, and all the mountains disappear As souls harmonize and the fragrance of love seems in the air But still there is something missing, one final note to be played As hearts seem so close, and yet the yarn of love is still frayed A lasting kiss to tighten the bond, becomes a final kiss goodbye Feelings so harsh, insecurity at best, all is lost, shouldn't have tried Great pains taken, mountains surmounted, love seems so easily taken But still it drifts just out of reach, a little too far, divinely forsaken So the mice come back, and the Pied Piper's flute lay broken And the piano plays on, and the rain grows cold, and the violin is forgotten The mists of an early morning fog swirl in eerie remembrance Of those in love, who held their secret with fleeting temperance Until they spoke of their heart's decision did Cupid's arrow go awry And every drop of morning dew lays in sorrow as tears, broken hearts have cried
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