Love’s Symphony

Wind brushes through my long, dark hair
Never the same as the way she does
but almost as soothing as her touch
The rain and clouds I cannot bear
but not more than days without her hugs
Winter has gone and Spring has bloomed into greenery and such
Again, like each year after the sludge
And here I sit, so overwhelmed inside
I find life harder day by day
to remove my fading lover's famous grudge
against me, my flaws and things I cannot hide
I keep running out of words to say
Inconveniently, I cry
Only to find it releases her built up anger and lack of empathy
Never would I have presumed the art of love would pan out this way
My aching heart just won't lie
and if only for myself, I'll hold onto love's symphony
It's the only record I desire to play

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