Would you not agree that the violins of love are more harmonious than the silent chords of death?
Love is like a flower adorning itself with the prettiest petals to attract the heart with timeless beauty.
The mirror standing between love and sorrow holds the reflection of a man craving the embrace of a maiden whom he can only enjoy in his dreams.
She has the grace and freedom of a woman thirsting for his passionate kisses beneath the empty skies.
Her heart remains dreamy towards him, for this romantic love she feels has become most addictive through the voice she can only hear upon the pages of his beloved poems.
Her fragrant tears upon his lips are the vision he sees every time the beautiful call of love comes to him in the form of the photograph of her pretty face.
Oh maiden, bless my heart with the reality of love and free me from the silence of death before the violins of love stop playing our song.