String and Bow

by kholinar

Like a violin,
sitting in an open case.
and in rev’rence,
I fight the urge to rise.

Oh… to touch that gentle curve.
Oh! to draw the bow.
To hear her voice impassioned,
if it were only so…

Like a violin,
resting in my open arms.
and in rev’rence,
I hold her at my side.

Oh… to hold that lovely neck,
and hair like shimmering strings.
My head to her is so inclined, 
my ears would hear her sing.

Like a violin,
watching stars would dance around,
and in rev’rence,
soon fall to the ground.

Oh… to touch that gentle curve.
Oh! to draw her close.
To hear her voice impassioned…

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