strings of anticipation
a gLance in hEr direcTion
oh the sweet music of love
now has her attention
with a syMphony of colour
she retUrns that Sensual look
mesmerIsed by the melody
enChanted by his hook
ice Blue eyes that tEll a story
make their way across The room
tHey dance to thEir own music
love is all they consume
free From the shackles Of inhibitions
a falsettO heart sings
Dancing in perfect harmony
what may this night bring
a soft caress Of her face
a gentle brush oF their lips
a Longing and need tO be together
as making loVe thEir hearts skip
*LET MUSIC BE THE FOOD OF LOVE. Shakespeare's The Twelfth Night
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