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25 February 2013
Music is my wife
I dreamt you were poetry dipped in bass, your flavour defines a beat
and rhythm that falls weak at the presence of your design, a design
scented by J'dore and fused with your natural aroma, creates a melodic
symphony that keeps with the time signature of my heart beat, allow me
to speak, Over this bar you have raised, or rather let me not bother
for my ears are on a mission to receive the attention of your
voice.... as they seek for a sound relationship far beyond
infatuation, I comprehensively admire the skills your eyes display,
for every time they blink they form part of the lyrics of this music
that blends with your spirit and forms a composition that cannot be
articulated by any earthly instrument, your whole being is a heavenly
arrangement, your existence my definition of music.
I loved the thought of you being the sound track of my life.
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Mr M. Madela
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