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Love, a dynamic piece
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Poems Two bodies compose a melodic duet
Plucking strings, rich with sounds of balance, trust. A classical piece conducting the idea of love.
Two hearts whose aurora complement one another, A treble clef intertwined with a bass clef.
Two eyes dance a waltz with their pair, exploring deep into a symphony of thought. Dipping into ideas of forever, spinning towards endless compassion for the beholder.
Bodies sway together in time with the beat. Climbing up and down the other synchronizing tempo. Playing every note, reaching every pitch in a similar time signature.
Beautiful. Brilliant.
No Adagio in D Minor nor any Pavane Pour Une Infante Défunte can seem to trump loves dynamic piece, for it is a steel web, that catches two unlucky composers and weaves them indefinitely.
a false perfection
Symphonies become incomplete. A satisfying melody is stopped. Before reaching forever the masterpiece is abandoned. Notes may no longer anticipate the future, or blend two incomparable musicians.
A bass clef is not strong without its treble.
A treble clef is not strong without its bass.
But the show must go on, and the two clefs separate, only wrongness is left. How can two lovers who fit so perfectly together, be split apart.
The triumph of love is stricken bare of its beholding, it seizes to blend two melodies and starts to compose mismatched chords.
No longer can the treble clef depend on its bass, no longer can tempos balance each other, no longer can eyes dance the waltz or hearts beat a drum, no longer can this classical piece conduct the idea of love
She's left with pain in her heart and sorrow in her eyes, wondering endlessly, why does love feel so perfect and so cruel.
