Ardor

Your heart beats

a staccato against my hand

of its own accord?

or a result of our harmony?

Our beings

in consonance.

With every motion,perfect timbre achieved.

Flawless rhythm,

a crescendo

building up to faultless pitch.

You play me adagio,

heat me up to fever pitch,

a complete cadence,

a sequence I surrender to.

Caught up in the melody of you;

Polyphonic, resonant, alive.

You move me by leaps,

you are my key.

Our song is classical,

it has a theme...