You and I make harmony

I am the accidentals in your overture, the flats on your bad days and the sharps on your goods.

You are the black and white keys in my c












                                                                                               y  scaled life.


 I am the music that you compose, and you conducted me right to the fermata of our love.

And the music that we make, washes my soul clean,

and in the very moments when the chords get softer, and the volume gets quieter, and my blood pulses to your steady beat,

I know that I won’t be able to live without you. 


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