A Tug of the Heart Strings

When I see you
My heart strings make melodies
Perfectly tuned and vibrant
When you speak
An orchestra erupts
When I feel your touch
It's as if Apollo is playing his lyre
My heart strings are in sync
All because of you
You are mine and my beloved
It's a gift to be in your presence
And a blessing to wear you on my arm
Being with you is
A Tug of the Heart Strings

When I see you
A string breaks
When you speak
My strings are unconcordant
When I feel your touch
The apparatus of my heart
Emerges as abject shambles
You left me in anarchy
To clean the ruble myself
And as I pick up the pieces one-by-one
I attempt to recreate my instrument
But it will never be as melodious as the first
Being without you is
What's left of my Heart Strings

Reviews

[Lovecraft]

Now this is very good. Beautifully written. I like the reference to Apollo, God the Sun, Light, Music...
Very fitting with the mention of the Lyre and the general conception of musical "strings".

I really enjoyed this one, Dalton! :)

[Dalton Wagoner]

So I finally got your approval, eh? :'D haha

[Lovecraft]

Yes. I'm Lovecraft and I approve this poem. ;)

[Dalton Wagoner]

Haha now I'm satisfied :-)