My Heart Is An Instrument

Like a drum

My heart beats for you,

And like a the strings of a harp

You manipulate me

So that the song I sing

Is exactly to your liking.

Our love,

Though rough at times,

Is one fluid sound,

Making its way throughout the ears of many,

In and out

Until it is stuck in their head

And they are forced to sing along.

I am the instrument

And you are the musician

And together we make music incomparible to all the rest.

Together we make more than

A few notes.

We make an entire symphony.