Angels Danced

The radio played the day you waltz into this world and an orchestra played love songs in my heart every minute of every day I was with you. The days equated to notes in the greatest song ever written. The years chorus’s to be repeated as often as possible. Your name tripped off my lips in very conversation regardless of the subject. This is what it feels like when someone as played with your soul. Every song must end even love songs , strings fading into the distance or the words of a doctor on an intensive care unit . But all end. Like an oyster pearl One jewel in an ocean a priceless treasure 28/08/2019 comp entry