Violins played in my heart

From the moment we met, at the start

Of what would become a most interesting eve.

This much I know, this much I do believe.

My heart was singing as we spoke,

Sharing our lives, not by rote.

I wish that I could play with you,

Alas, penning my heart is all I can do.

02/11/2007

Author's Note: To violinists...

Posted on 02/12/2007
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