You are the unmarked slate,
I am a pen of various shades,
Lets write our poetry
Of love, immortal.
You are the white canvas,
I am the sharp, seven colors,
lets paint a beautiful world,
And turn everything into a dream.
You are the musical piano,
My hands will do magic on you,
Composing music from love,
To make rhythm dance with melody.
You are the sweet voice in an opera,
I am the romantic love lyrics,
Lets create a song, so magical
That even the broken hearts heal.

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