There’s a beautiful rhythm to our lives,
an easy ebb and flow
like a pair of mellow cellos
playing on our heartstrings
We sway and bend like willows,
stand firm and strong like oaks,
coo and neck like doves,
to the music we compose.
When apart, our rhythm broken,
we long for one another.
Our duet performance
more melodic than any solo.
Kind Regards from Johannesburg South Africa. I enjoyed reading your poem. The comparison to the strings of the cello to the melody of the heartstings is beautiful. A very melodic , romantic poem .