Laying on the floor writing peaces in my notepad. Soft rhythms float across the room, I can almost see music notes flying, swaying in an imaginary wind. You pluck your guitar strings, I stroke my pen across my pad. It's like we're dancing. Last night's memory makes me stroke harder, my heart beats faster, My eyes starts water. What did I do to deserve a blessing like you. Fingertips brush across my face, showing me you can relate, to the appreciation I feel for my Love. We began to create music, straight from the depths our souls, our audience shall behold. You the play the guitar harder, and hummm softly, I write faster, snap my fingers, nod my head, close my eyes. We just made beautiful music. Me made love in the artistic sense. Our literary romance.
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