I love to look into your face
it shines as if a star,
and why you glow so bright
each night the moon is always full.
And up against the tree you lean
the chello held so tight
the wind moves softly through your hair
each string when plucked, is tight.
It is only when you hear me sigh
my fingers steepled out
and singing songs you wrap about
when my head is in your lap.
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