Oh, how she would play her notes
Impressions on key, a flirtation with strings
A soft-sung melody sauntering sweetly
From her lips
Oh, how she would distill her thoughts
In aged-oak wisdom, a verse best sipped
From fragile glass, that the sensation would linger
On my tongue
Oh, how she would sway
The sturdiest of minds, with wordless seductions
How she would pursue with reckless abandon
Passion
Oh, how she would change my tune
Oh, how I would drink her in
Oh, how she would fill the room
If she came home again
And oh, if I would have known
Just how far she'd go
I would've sung these words to her
Instead of here, by her grave, alone.
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