She is a song to me, and the rhythm is my heart. In paragraphs and harmony, she tells me who we are. I can hear the music play every time I hold her near. Can you hear? There is a melody hidden somewhere in her eyes. I hear it when she's close to me, and is lost in her goodbyes. I can hear the music play in the way she says hello, sweet hello. She is the morning of my day. She is my home when I'm away. She is the reason why I stay for so long. She is a song. She is the reason why I stay for so long.
