Milomi's world

A small wave to her
As a smile adorns her beautiful face
Like a light tune the pianist begins with,
That sparks a charm.

You tell yourself,
This. This is
How it all starts.

You have a conversation
Trying to hide your blush
Soon serenading her with bits
Of guitar, and your broken voice.
Soft chords are struck, pedals are pressed,
The conductor smiles and the violins begin
Telling the story of your love.

Late night parties
Ending with the drummer’s solo,
As the drums dance to a DJ far away.

Confessions of your love
Under the covers
Whispering secrets in the silence of the night.
Yet wondering why your hearts
Sing a deep song of trumpets and
Fluttering butterflies.
Slowly rising to a crescendo.

You kneel down
Sheet music has no meaning now
For even drums far away
Cymbal to a stop to listen to her.

Her eyes glisten, yours twinkle
She says yes.

The world is singing a love song
And the conductor wipes tears with his sleeve
As harmonies overcome hearts.

Canon in D, Wedding March,
Soft melodies spreading hope.
The pianist still playing a gentle song
Of love.

Written by
Milomi.

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