His writing is a delight,
As you pronounce each sound
Soon enough, it will be found
The circle of love going round and round.
So is his love just a circle of sound?
Which sings of love this time around
Whispering in a constant astound
A lovers music that stopped too loud?
She spoke of love in pure melody’s oud
But he tried too loud with his forcing sound
To change the powerful abound
In circles that rotate around.
Now his shame hangs as a could
As he hears his lover’s sound,
In a past time when his love, wasn’t loud
And it filled a heart, with one simple sound.