I own a violin,
that sleeps within its case.
in memory and sorrow
I remember in a daze.
All the mornings,
I looked upon thy faithful bow,
as notes began to flow.
Left and right and up and down,
I never grew a frown.
In the moment you and I,
decided to make up
that noted melody of joy
that left no one empty.
I gaze upon thy dusty friend,
and decide that that's the end.
The end of all the lonely days,
that kept you from my gaze.
I strum you once, I strum you twice,
and soon begin to play,
that magic song that you and I,
got closer to each day.
And now the song is over,
another day has passed.
Our memories that we did share,
I hope they'll all, but last.
Please send feedback. It is greatly desired and needed. Thank you all so much!!!
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