A Bittersweet Ode to Love

Slowly, I drowned in the music you played in my ear as i read the warmest words of love that I wouldnt yet grasp nor deserve. But the music will be played on and the words be accepted with the utmost gratitude and honor. Its always an honor to be loved, and to be loved this way, through poignant harmony of music and words that makes for a tender stroke - which never fails to capture the heart. But whatever whistle of kindness or compassion that you saw in me doesnt even level to your song, to the pinching caress of your sweet love. Thank you dear, for the privilege of being loved. I may not be able to return such richness to you today, but I pray that somebody nobler, kinder and wiser should catch you on your blissful fall. There must be one out there, otherwise, love's such a bittersweet tragedy. The future veneers itself from the naked eye. Yet friends we will always become!