Notes of Love

Anticipation makes the silence more.
A heavy weight does lie upon my skin
Awaiting light to strike down to my core.
The sound outside should match the sound within.

The sweet and flowing wave can overtake.
A tepid radiance encircles me.
In absence of this drug, my skin does ache
In hope that I again will join that sea.

The crest, the trough, I follow everyone.
The rising notes do pluck my tensing nerve.
The final note is like the setting sun;
The final ray is strong as is deserved.

the powerful enchantment will remain
So that our lives will never be mundane.