~~This is a poem by Michael G. Verses, printed recently in The Alchemist, a weekly mini magazine from Corvallis.~~
She is a soft melody,
A sensual song.
I've admired her tune
For so very long.
My heart longs for her,
Tearful as a Gypsy violin
That cries for romance,
A deep longing within.
She is like a heavenly chorus,
A symphony of lovely sound.
When I hear her music play
There is magic all around.
Her touching concerto,
Each note I can feel
All through my soul,
It inspires me in so many ways
In my cruel, lonely nights
And my sad, empty days,
I recall the way
Her sweet music plays.
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