boy with the Violin
I came to know of a love that was sweet
A love that will haunt me for as long as I breathe
This was the day I first laid my brown eyes on the boy.
The boy with his violin.
I never heard a playing so sweet.
His melody would fill me with joy.
I never knew how sad I was until I heard him
He was happy to play and I happy to listen.
For when ever I would hear him play, I’d feel love.
We did not speak a sound silent and pleased I gazed on him
From my window.
I would close my eyes, I would see rainbows in the suns rain
I would feel the heat of fire warm on my skin
The boy with the violin.
For days, I did not hear my loves song.
What was I to do without our song?
Secret meeting in the night as his eyes met mine.
Oh how I do love that boy his eye upon me his hands on those strings.
Though he is far away, I still will hear our love song .when gentle breezes blow I will hear my love and there is no sweeter sound I know then the boy with the violin.
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