OUR SONG.
Sonorously resonant and meaningful
our melody did not die,
.#~#.
it just decompressed, is now lying
at rest and folded.
It currently has but few usable lines,
yet once alive and flowing
.#~#.
love\'s ballad, styled in momentary
angst, remains composed.
Though down to occasional base-beats
and presently weakened
.#~#.
with the weight of infrequency
love does not let go.
What we are told is to practise when
passive sears contact,
.#~#.
melts accord or sings unclearly
and love rightly knows.
Our orchestra may yet strike up love\'s
music as distrust mellows
.#~#.
and nostalgia re-wires tight keys
of each rusted blue-note.
Love\'s concerto if left incomplete still
strums fragmented themes
.#~#.
in minor\'s slow beats and quietly
hums harmonic tones.
Love yearns to compose its rhapsody
using duo-baton guide,
.#~#.
and thinks it high time to re-create
our song without lows.