Melody is His Name
As I hear his voice singing to me
With his sweet songs, my heart
Begins to melt.
I continue to listen the lyrics within him to let me
Hear behind the music.
Each note he plays, is the memoirs of our intimacy.
Each sounds he makes, is the response of love he utter His claim to me.
I pray that I don’t lose his tune.
Without his harmony, my spirit would be torn separately by
I want to hear him play his gentle everlasting songs
For which I desire.
Oh my melody, my love; the wind of my atmosphere,
I beseech you to play and not to cease.
Please play for me.
Copyright © Riquetta Brown | Year Posted 2018
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