The Love of Sound
By Epik
So, Poem I want you to tell me the definition of a love beating in harmonic rhythm.
And then I want you to tell me how it possesses a heart like an exorcism.
Tell me how love creates relations that places the mind on a bed of melody,
And expatiate with pleasure with a song sung softly and genuinely
Now, I want you tell me about her.
I want you to tell me how she chromatically coruscates with gold and silver.
Tell me she's adept in beauty that is fanatically Supernal,
Then inform me with the comparison between the soft wind in the air and her voice in a stanza of verbal
Now show me through the sound of a flower in the breeze of spring that she is here with me.
And as the warm approaches to the cold let the worry of two souls aground in the deep oceans and swim through the flames of gravitation because she is here with me.
Let the cold die and the birds arrive in the ascendance of warmth as they see her here with me
Let the sun renew and arise at the edge of the sky allowing day to escape from a lonely night and let her be with me.
Do you see, poem?
Do the eyes in the literature of your ink see, poem?
I want a love that voids underneath the deep sea, poem
And at the same time I want it to take flight above, feeding on the ambrosia of a ballad into infinity
Do you see, poem?
This love is a love that never goes through the stages of abscission.
Do you see?
This love is a love that flows in variation like a romantic composition.
So tell me, poem;
Tell me as I sit here on these black and white keys thinking of her sound of gleam,
That her audible scent will be right here with me, floating in the air as I start performing her melody.
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