With each chord you play

Your fingers soft, will pull away.

The sweet melodic tunes I make,

Hum in tune with the breaths you take.

You strum the deepest parts of my soul, And all those glances you stole,

Made electricity course down through me,

Your precise control aroused me,

Euphonious sound flowed,

Filling the empty spaces

Of my heartstrings.

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