Topic: Strings of My Heart | |
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Strings of my heart
You play me well as if I were made just for you. Each cord you gently strum our notes blend into one... Ever so softly, a beautifully sung song fingers tapping, touching , along... The strings of my heart tingle as you pluck... One by one high to low you know just what cords to strum You take me to cresendos crest and gently bring me back down. You are no musician you just play by heart... Angel |
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They really need a face that claps on here
That was well written... |
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ohh thats cute, your poems have a real soft feminine touch
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