Yellowed ivory, worn smooth by tender touch,
Each key a memory, whispered words so much.
Love songs lingered, soft and bittersweet,
Of promises and dreams, at your gentle feet.
Duets danced, a melody for two,
Fingers entwined, a love both pure and true.
The echoes rise, a sigh upon the air,
A silent serenade, a love beyond compare.
Though silent now, the strings still hold the sound,
Of whispered "I love you's," hearts forever bound.
Each note a brushstroke, painting on the soul,
A love story played, on this instrument whole.
So let it stand, a monument of grace,
A silent witness to love's enduring embrace.
A timeless friend, where hearts forever meet,
In melodies of love, oh so soft and sweet.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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