The whispering words of my silent lover,
clearly states there is no one above her.
My hand moves briskly from note to note,
like gentle waves that would shake a boat.
The ocean breeze surrounds the room.
flipping pages to their certain doom.
My lover's words comes to an end
As I flipped the pages back again.
I played on and on to my hearts content,
as I begins to inhale the coconut scent.
Wondering where the gentle breeze went,
I began to wonder about the hours me and my lover spent.
I stretched for a while and went outside,
then noticed the light from the sun had died.
The sunset was breath-taking, so beautiful and bold.
Looking at it everyday would never get old.
I went back inside and sat on my bench.
My hands had went up from inch to inch.
The whispering words of my lover had moved me.
My love, my heart, my Sweet Serenity.
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