If love can be captured and held,
then my notes and keys will serenade your soul,
kiss your ears gently
and whisper to you the melodies of my heart.

If love resides within strokes of art,
my brush will paint you in vibrant hues,
you will be carrased in my love
and I, in the warmth of your heart.

How can I claim to love you entirely with half a heart?
Do my words hold the same weight on your part as they do me?
Every rose has its thorns, it's said,
but I'd choose you a thousand times instead.
I would be deluded to think I can find you in another,
I'm not picking my poison, you simply owe me my heart.

Would you believe a little lie as eternity,
for even death understands love,
bury me where stars forever shine,
so even in deaths cold and dark embrace,
I would never forget your beauty.
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