Frayed ends, subtle beginnings

Stroke those guitar strings in the rhythm I adore,
Here in the outskirts we're protected by this air
That whispers to our skin in vernal inflections,
Pills of optimism to our past bring corrections.

The accords you strum with my confessions intermingle
As the wind on my cheeks leaves a soft tingle
And these surroundings urge agape my senses
But so lost I am in your strong presence.

I watch the leaves in their homey trees toss and turn
And follow your beautiful hand that plays so forlorn,
My heart to the rainbows has now finally opened,
But the truth is that i am quite frightened.

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Wow, very nicely written. Descriptive and flow amazing. Love the rhyme scheme as well. Love the emotion this brings.