If my love were an instrument, and I musician bold,

I’d play her as a lute, in dulcet songs;

Her soul the grace and eloquence of minstrels’ days of old

And in those times a love like ours belongs.

Or mayhap a piano, with her skin of ivory,

I’d hear her heart beat as a metronome;

And feel my fingers ringing out the sweetest symphony,

Our music never written in a tome.

Yet if she were a violin, her strings I’d strum in awe,

A master craftsman playing soft and coy;

My bow would play the purest sounds of heaven’s heights and more,

And Stradivarius would weep with joy.

A hallowed harp would suit her well, exquisite and unique,

Her sighs arpeggios in passion’s key;

I’d hold her to my breast, play quavers lilting true and sleek,

Together we’d create a symphony.

If my love were a flute I’d breathe the melodies of Pan,

Each time my lips touched hers: a masterpiece;

A serenade of woman keeping harmony with man,

May our love’s opus dolce never cease.

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