Song of Love
That tune of all most moved me,
For she played it very well--
And I believe its sweet refrain
Is the reason that I fell.
So enchanting was the melody
I was left without a choice--
Perhaps it was the violin,
Or perhaps it was her voice.
And ah, the very thought of it
Does move me even still--
The song of love does ever play,
And likely always will.
--Mel
Copyright © Mel Merrill | Year Posted 2015
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