What ways am I mesmerized by your charm?
Not from your looks, nor fame, nor way of life.
To me, they were the times I can disarm,
But feel like my heart is stabbed by a knife.
The art and the melodies at their best,
With the tide of strings and your soothing voice,
Pain and sorrow spin and come to their rest,
Trembling first then quiet, like a rolling dice.
The pleasant nature of your modesty,
Shines through the harmony with elegance.
I will never forget your honesty,
And the way you demand for acceptance.
The years have passed and the dreams will shiver.
Only the music shall last, forever.
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