Love's Symphony Poem by Aidan Clevinger

Crash!
Boom!
My heart strikes up a deafening tune,
The percussion starts to play.
My words are lost,
The music's too loud,
I forgot what I was trying to say.
Then in come the flutes,
And in come the lutes,
The clarinets whisper and dance.
My head's in the clouds,
My mind's in a shroud,
Enraptured by the sound of romance.
The strings pick up the melody,
And I feel light as a feather.
All other things are lost on me,
I just want us to be together.
Then you look me in the eye,
And the tempo suddenly quickens.
My hands start to sweat,
My knees feel weak,
I'm completely and utterly stricken.
There can be no doubt about it,
This is my masterpiece.
It was written for you,
And I swear that it's true,
But still I must confess.
While the music is mine,
My favorite time,
Is when it stops and you speak.
That's what I like the best,
In my Symphony of love.