In the lush green stretch of the park
under the beautiful magnolia tree
on a discolored bench
you sat smilingly, holding me like a guitar,
a fire began to rise from the spark
You let my hair down
and let the wind play with my locks,
and when they were strewn over my face,
you used them as strings and played the guitar
in the music, I started to drown
Your touch made me sing
and it made the wind sing along
as the trees played the orchestra
I swung to the pitter patter of the drizzle
I felt a ting-a-ling
Your fingers danced like a bee
on the flower of my body
They made me rise and fall like a wave
they played magic, they played passion
they sung the saga of you and me

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