A guitar is tuned by
My many, many tears
Forming compositions of life's melodies.
In my dreams,
A gentleman slowly sways to
The melodies made
By my tears, pains, and sorrows;
He is gradually drawn to me, through pain;
He is human, just as I, with pains,
And we begin to dance
To a soft, sweet interlude;
He romances my pain,
Soothing every ounce of hurt,
And I the same.
We, him and I,
As one,
Erase years of darkness
By the beautiful melody
Entitled
"Love."