Maybe if I play the right melody he will stay,
and not leave me with empty thoughts of him.
Yesterday was a year ago we met; he is sleeping on my bed,
knowing, in the morning he has to go, my life is dim.
Playing my song of love is precious to me,
so as he sleeps, I play to feel him in my heart.
I fell in love for the first time and I don’t want
to lose it, I don’t even want to be apart.
As I close my eyes, I see his tender hands
on my face, wiping my tears, gentle as he can be.
Now my tears hit the keys to the shape
of rose petals for only my eyes to see.
On the last note I echo, “Where are you my angel?”
as I stand and silently hit that last key.
This is a great poem for a song.
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