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Music And Strawberries

It's a tune, full of choices

like a whisper of soft voices

sugar, lovely and red

"I want it" that's what I said

I can hear it

I can taste it

a delicious melody on my head

it's LOVE, a thought that I can't bend

he touches me with his long fingers

he looks at me and I melt, it figures

I caught my chest on his broad back

it's a haven, looks like I'm stuck

the old strings and his eyes

those music and sleepless nights

that sweet strawberry smell of making love

it makes me fly like a dove

'amber is the color of your energy' says that line

a love song could've been it's perfect rhyme

Bob asks, is this love?

like strawberries and music, it is love