A taste of love is yearn for...

"When love is not madness, it is not love." - Pedro Calderon de la Barca

A TASTE OF LOVE IS I YEARN FOR…

 

The acute sound of a violin,

The sizzling pitch of a pianoforte,

Is the love that I yearn for.

 

Blend of auditory,

The unbearable passion,

Desperation so treble,

A single touch so repulsive,

Is the love that I yearn for.

 

A dance of tunes,

A war betwixt the sound of the pianoforte and the violin,

Heart to heart,

Lost in each other’s black and white circles,

Is the love that I yearn for.

 

Bare lines of the palm,

Stroking in harmony against the balmy curves of a palm,

Heart to heart,

Lost in each other’s tunes,

Is the love that I yearn for.

 

A love so neat,

A composition of two tunes,

A violin, a pianoforte,

An auditory in harmony,

“I love thee…”

A taste of love is I yearn for.

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[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I like your poem and how it uses music as a metaphor to love. You weave contrasting sounds to illustrate a kind of love one yearns for. A very good submission. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.