Love

Love,
a single silent violin,
playing-
mad and wild,
in two hearts.

Love,
a phantom of a piano,
haunting-
one soul,
as it dwells in two bodies.

Love,
a soft brush stroke,
painting-
a life,
of two incomplete beings.

Love,
an angelic hymn,
resounding-
to and fro,
in between two halves of perfection.

Love -
 

 is what you make of it.