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A personal experience of my past, true and complete.
Many moons ago just after we first met,
Sean and I reminisced just after sunset,
He told me of a beautiful girl he once knew,
Feelings of love were so deep and true.
He told me the tale of the love he lost,
His eyes showed the sacrifice and cost,
And then he sat upon his piano seat,
Preparing to play without a music sheet.
I smiled at thoughts of his skillful play,
I wasn't prepared for such music to sway,
Around me as I stood in shock and awe,
He played the notes without one flaw.
Such sweetness wasn't the only token,
His music retold a story in words unspoken,
Of a love he once had and one day lost,
And his sacrifice in and of it's total cost.
The music went from light, calm, and cool,
To turning deep, dark, and soulful,
Explaining how a piece him was amiss,
That which had been a part of his bliss.
What passion could be felt from every sound,
The message's meaning became so profound,
I stood in utter awe and every feeling was felt,
A romantic story of love that made my heart melt.
And when the beautiful song had reached it's end,
I had insight in the guy who was my boyfriend,
I saw within him a heart capable of the unknown,
I yearned to feel what he felt before he was alone.
His time as my boyfriend has passed and been spent,
A relationships life of one year has reached it's extent,
And in it's midst remains a solid and pure friendship,
That is locked, forever, within Time's clenching grip.
And this memory will never be able to escape my mind,
For it opened my eyes to something I was once blind,
Sean wrote it for her and on the sheet each note stayed,
Such honor I felt in hearing his hands and heart as he played.
Beautiful music of the soul does not come from the pen,
Though sadness comes from that which Fate has stolen,
Honor and hope are born, thriving from such wisdom and heart,
As one song ends, a new song's story is given the chance to start.
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