He is a Symphony

How can I describe my love?

He is a symphony

Words fall short of who he is

For he is a melody

A softly played seduction

Not even Mozart could compose

Why try to explain my love

When only music knows

He is poetry in motion

Beyond what words can say;

A dance, an unspoken story

Led by music’s sway

He is a look, a wink, a gesture;

A captivating glance

He is a touch, a song, a whisper

A midnight lover’s dance

How can I describe my love

It is a riddle I suppose

For how can one convey the beauty

Or enchantment of the cosmos?

You simply can’t explain

A grandeur none can mimic

For he is the sound of music

And I the pretty lyric