Soft violins, are playing in your voice,
Each sweet refrain, sublime in every word,
Should other songs allure, you know my choice:
Your symphonies, which I might not afford;
I feel freest when confined in your arms,
The world departs the moment that you come,
My chains break loose, while I'm bound to your charms,
Pain stuns me not for each time I feel numb;
But can I know, since when I'd been this way?
Did clocks behave, as if you were not near?
How many heartbeats constitute a day?
Your pulse, I've felt, though no chimes I could hear;
.......The hours went by, and so did times with you
.......As memories to keep, for my review.
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