(Poem for Males)
His fingers are on her soul and body
Like a piano
He is ready
To be cariñoso
To someone he admires
Even more than the piano instrument
Like the piano needs there to be music wires
His love for her in his soul, can't be absent
If the love end up being gone
He won't be able to play any type of song
The music can't go on
Which means finding love will take long
But he doesn't want to end up in the position
Of waiting
And then end up making the decision
To stop loving and start hating
Because he became frustrated
It was a song of happiness
Then it turns into something complicated
He doesn't want to go through that stress
Like the pianoist to the piano wont let go
With their fingers on the keys sliding
They touch them so gently
As the sound gets low or high like gliding
Making music so lovely
The piano, it's master who is
The pianoist it soothes
Letting out a unique tune thats hard to miss
Removing feelings that had many confused
Like the pianoist keep learning
The skill of music
And because for music they keep yarning
They make an instrumental so epic
He wants to do that even more
When it comes to the love he has for her
He will increase as much as he can for sure
He forever wants to be her senor
©arianna.b
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