Songs - Poem by Bianca Free
With every glance,
On the eyes linger.
With every kiss,
The heart grows fonder.
From two hearts bonded,
out comes a tune
And a song plays on
Until the hearts become immune.
Until the old melody is deafened
And the ears hear a sweeter tone.
When the latest sound is embraced,
The old one is outgrown.
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