That is free from pain, content and whole
There lies an ethereal harp
On which a resounding symphony plays like a lark;
In days that are gloomy and dark
I summon out this melody that you did draft
By singing to me your songs of sorrow and joy
And ensconcing my soul's instrument in love
Wholly, absolutely, completely; I lie immersed
As this sweetest symphony echoes devoid
Of any malice, any naysaying and I wish
And only wish to gaze into your eyes deep
To hear what rendition similarly I play for thee;
It must be nice, I am sure, because the beats
I feel for you play the rock and roll;
Together some day soon I hope
We can let our soul's music play a concert role
And then may be we can invite all to dance
At the party where play two wishful harps.
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