From the mysteries forest,
Along with the whispered wind,
A solo harmony awakes me in the mid of night,
Calling my name in a waltz over and over
The rhythm of melody is alike record of my heart beats….
Oh, master of violin, Are you serenading me?
Beneath a tree with all your dreams,
When the night is calm and peaceful
When the moon is in its magical edge,
And everything is under a charm
You alone untouched by the aura
Tuning your love on a violin
You play with all your heart and soul,
Like you don't know how to stop
You sow your dreams in my heart,
You treasure your love in my memories
Every tune of the string enlightens my soul,
And I fall for you more deep each time
Oh, my mysterious violinist,
Don't you know, that it is not the violin you play
That my heart is in your hand?
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You play with all your heart and soul, Like you don't know how to stop You sow your dreams in my heart, You treasure your love in my memories Every tune of the string enlightens my soul, And I fall for you more deep each time The best lines of this poem...I loved it. Beneath a tree with all your dreams, When the night is calm and peaceful When the moon is in its magical edge, And everything is under a charm You alone untouched by the aura Tuning your love on a violin The Wordsworth in you has revealed itself. Thanks for this poem.