You Are The Music In Me

You Are The Music In Me short poem

Photo by Denise Mayumi

Drops of dew
On a leaf brand new
Your love is acute
Like a note from a flute

Your love is a magical flu
That cures with a kiss so true
Life with you is a glorious tour
That ends in your arms so pure

Your love is a fate not a destiny
That’s worth the ecstasy
Filled with charming melody
With a trickle of endearing jealousy

Your love is the song I sing
With the tune of the string
Makes my heart dance with glee
As you are the music in me …

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (6 votes, average: 4.67 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Suneethi Jerusha

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
Name:Suneethi jerusha Nallapu, Marital status:married Student perusing masters in health Care management and leadership. Profession:Dental Surgeon I am a free style singer, artist, Poet and a writer.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

2 Comments on "You Are The Music In Me"

Notify of
avatar
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Krish Chatakondu
Member

How did you make the rhyme…a puppet in your hands…?

wpDiscuz

The Orchestra And Me

The Orchestra And Me prose poem

I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,

Chase Me

Chase Me short poem

Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million

Love Me Now

Love Me Now short poem

Hold me now, as I’m a child Keep me close. Be tender, mild Love me now. Now. And for forever Walk with me now, and as I grow Guide me through life’s ebb and flow Love me now. Now. And

Nothing Fascinate Me Anymore

Nothing Fascinate Me Anymore short poem

Riding slowly among the misty clouds The endless curves of mighty hills But i wonder it’s not fascinating me anymore Why i curtailed my world in you? Deep down there lays beautiful valleys Defining life beyond explanation But my soul

Kiss Me Each Morning

Kiss Me Each Morning short poem

Kiss me each morning for a million years The joy it gives is the reason for my tears; Honey I take your love and I make it right Now here is my body Let it be your velvet for tonight