You Are Music Poem by Greg Oosterhouse

You are music, and I am the ears, your songs lift my soul, and calm my fears.

Your voice a beautiful melody, an operatic aria that soars through the very heart of me.

Your name symphony, each letter its four movements of flowing beauty.

Your kiss is a violin concerto, your lips on mine starts my adrenaline to flow.

Your curves an excitind overture, with twists and turns aplenty, that's for sure.

Your hair a baroque madrigal, golden, flowing, encompassing all.

The whole of you a sonata, to think of you gives me chills, you are my inamorata.