Love is a Song.

A night so calm all I could hear
was the way she made my heart beat.
Only half a song,
it beckoned her,
to help make it complete.

Although the song it played was loud,
it did not show through my voice.
I thought that it were obvious,
she was my hearts new choice.

Till I began to bare my soul,
and the songs my hearts known of.
Reviving notes of my hearts past,
and melodies of its Love.

Hoping to inspire warmth,
its sadness that had befallen.
She thought why her,
could she not attain,
why was she so crestfallen?

Why must her heart be tuned so well
to play in minor keys?
Why must she always play alone,
in heart string symphonies?

Why can't she find a harmony,
a cadence to belong?
Why can't she see my cavatina
is just prelude to our song?