by Linnea Baker

Created on: November 16, 2010

Dear Lover,

The smell of the wood, the touch of smooth, delicate ivory beneath my finger tips…the weight of the keys and delicate hammer and strings.

 As we create melodies together, you embrace me fully as I passionately give you all of me;

 You take me to places that I have never been and you take my breath away;

 You take different forms, yet you are the same and you always respond to my touch as we become one;

 Never am I alone because you are always there to fill me up, dear lover of my soul. You never leave me nor will I ever leave you;

 You beckon me to come to you and how I long for you when you are not there;

 You speak what I cannot say;

 You are my friend, my soul, my music, dear lover;

 My heart aches for you whenever I see you and I know I must have you right there and then...just you and I;

 The longing I have for you overwhelms every fiber of my being;

 To others you are just a piano, dear lover.

 To me, you are the love of my life, the center of my heart and lover of my soul.

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